The Essay.
I’m not normal. I can’t ever use a jackhammer or an ab
stimulator. I also shouldn’t use a CB-radio to contact any of the truck drivers on my Facebook friend list. It’s not smart for me to play with arc welding
equipment or to touch electric pet containment fences. I must seriously reconsider
removing unwanted facial (or body) hair with electrolysis. Extracorporeal
shock-wave lithotripsy is not on my bucket list and I won’t be playing with
tasers any time soon. I am not allowed to use metal detectors so I must face
the reality that I’ll never be able to stroll along the beach in search of the
Oak Island treasure that may have washed up on the shore via excess tides
caused by climate change.
I am Robot Boy. I have a pacemaker. I’ve had it since I
was four years old. I don’t know life any other way besides being denied
magnets in school, having to miss certain scientific field trips, not playing
contact sports like my friends, and not being able to ride the cool roller
coasters at Six Flags because the G-Force is so high it could dislodge one of the
pacemaker leads attached to my heart. I
have to hold my cell phone on my right side because my pacemaker is on my left.
Imagine a life of only right-sided cellular use. Never mind. I’ll just tell you
it’s difficult. You’d think my lowest point was staying in the hospital, sick
with second-degree arrhythmia after having my pacemaker replaced. It wasn’t. My
lowest was when I stood outside the gates of the county fair while my friends
waltzed through the newly-installed metal-detecting security gates. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, waiting for the elusive security officer who was promised to have had specialized training to scan those with medical implants. After all, everyone knows one wave of the wand in the wrong direction could send me to the emergency room, or worse, it could cause my demise. Now THAT
would be embarrassing.
I’m 100% dependent on a two-inch metal computerized device
implanted in my body. This means my heart doesn’t beat on its own. I was born
with a genetic defect called NKX2.5, which is a mutation that causes an interruption in
the fetal development of the heart. This caused my heart to stop beating
a long time ago. My mother and sister suffer from the same defect and also have
pacemakers. In reality, it scares me to know that my heart doesn’t work without
the pacemaker. I’m constantly faced with the reality of death and I’ve just begun to live. I don’t want to live by What if?
What if I stand
too close to the lawnmower? What if
something happens when I’m using jumper cables? What if I can’t do something? There is too much burden in that
phrase. Instead, I try to turn my circumstance into
something positive. I’ve figured out how to go from what I can’t do to what I
can do. One of the best things that happened to me was being told I couldn’t
play contact sports because it gave my parents the idea to put a golf club in my hands
at a young age. This one change gave my life direction. I developed a passion
for the game, which I hope to play in college, and I learned many life lessons.
I’ve experienced things that would never have been possible had I been born
with a normal heart. I’ve met extraordinary people who all exemplify bravery,
resilience, and character. Many of these people, like me, were considered not
normal at some point in their lives.
Over time, I’ve learned to like being Robot
Boy.
I may not be normal, but it’s not like I was dying to use a
jackhammer anyways.
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