By Jayne Doe
Before I was born, a friend of the family, gave birth to a baby girl, they named her Stacey. Four short days after, I was born. I rolled over on the fifth day after my birth. Stacey couldn't. Her parents took her to the doctor. They were then told that their innocent baby girl had Cerebral Palsy. Stacey and I have always been the best of friends. Growing up together, we had numerous pictures taken of us: at our combined birthday parties, camping with the Girl Scouts, getting ready for Stacey's Prom. I feel a connection to her; perhaps it's my love for a friend. I took her flying down the hill in my neighborhood in her wheel chair (I think her mom just found out), I went with her to play in the snow, and I was her first person to spend the night at her house. I always felt that Stacey was unique, and she is, do you know someone that is photographed for Easter Seals for publicity reasons? Hopefully you do! Stacey's life hasn't been the most pleasant thing. We still hold on to the dream that one-day; she will walk, so that no one will stare at her in public. However, my job, as I believed to be sent by God, is to make her feel more "normal" and less pitied by others. This past summer, I took Stacey and about eight other kids to the carnival at the McLean County Fair. After we used up some tickets, on a ride that you must walk through, I came out and saw Stacey's face. I knew that we, as a group, had to do something. Passing by the ferris wheel, I pushed Stacey up to the line, and we waited.
