I probably won’t ever be able to be Survivorman or climb Mt. Everest, I distinctly remember thinking to myself in rebuttal to my parents attempts to console me. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to argue; I only wanted to pity myself. I was ten years old at the time and had just been diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.
Eight years later, I had to remind my parents of their words so they would allow me to spend a year of service and learning in India—a program that also happened to take me trekking through the Himalayans.