Hi, my name is Lynn and I am the youngest of 8 children. When I was little, my daddy was a cop. He committed suicide when I was 5 years old and left my mom with nothing.
     My older sisters married before they were legal, and my oldest brother went off to fight in Vietnam.
     My daddy’s death allowed my mom to move to town and buy a house where rich people lived. I was a funny, fat kid with blonde hair and a pretty face.
     I smiled my best through all my school years, but I never really belonged.
     When I turned 19, I saved up $500 and drove a 1977 LTD. I loved Country Western and Wrangler jeans and so I moved 650 miles from home to Rapid City, SD. I never felt so FREE in my life!
     I found friends who believed in me and a husband who loved me. I rode horses until my butt was sore and the grin never left my face. I finished college and became a Physician Assistant.
     We adopted two beautiful children from China that I couldn’t be prouder of. However, a terrible injury has sidelined my life and I struggle once again with feeling as if I don’t belong. I don’t want this brace to define my life.