Port Hardy British Columbia Canada
Well, I guess I'll start off by introducing myself! Hi! If you don't know me, don't worry. As time goes on you will begin to find out I'm just as normal as you are! The only difference is, my eyes don't work! My name is Dora! Dora, Mary, Amanda, Speck is my full name to be exact! I live in A town called Port Hardy in the province of British Columbia in the country of Canada. Port Hardy may be small but the good thing is many people know me and many are generally pretty nice!
Let's start at the beginning shall we? Okay! So basically I was born in Vancouver Children's Hospital weighing in at one pound and six ounces! Yes, you read right! One Pound and six ounces! Do I need to underline that so you can see for yourself? I think I will! Here we go hitting the lovely Command and U buttons together! There! I've bolded and and made it red and underlined it so you can see it! Anyway, back to what I was talking about! Ahem! Okay! I guess from what my mother has told me I was supposed to have one eye removed and my family and everyone prayed against it and the doctor phoned one day and told her that I didn't need that eye removed and everyone was as excited as a person would be when they finally get a present on Christmas morning that they've always wanted! Well, I don't know how excited they were to be exact but I think they were over joyed to hear the good news! Of course at one pound and six ounces most babies don't survive but in my case GOD brought me into this world for a reason and I am still here today! If I wasn't, I wouldn't be writing this story you see right here before your very own eyes! Nor would I be all over the net hunting down One Direction, but that's a whole other paragraph which I will get to later. But as a surviver of premature birth, I'm proud to be with a loving family I'm with now! If it weren't for them, where would I be? Would I have this very computer I'm using to write this story with? Would I have my iPhone or iPad? Would I be in a warm and caring home I am in now? Would I be treated the way I'm being treated now? With love, compassion, and with respect? I often wonder that sometimes! I really do! What would my life be like? Would I be a kind and caring as I am now? Would I be bitter? Would I blame everything on my blindness? Would I be happy as I am now? Would I be loved the way I am now? Would I have ever learned respect? Again I ask if I weren't with Charlotte and Willie Walkus's home, what kind of life style would I