Emily Rapp is really smart.

When you read her memoir, Poster Child: A Memoir, you’ll see that for yourself.

Poster Child is the story of a girl becoming a woman.  It’s the tale of a young woman struggling to find her identity, while thinking she’s got it figured out already.  It’s complex and interesting and it’s good.

Emily was born with a condition which required multiple surgeries that ultimately left her missing most of her left leg.  In Poster Child, Emily recounts her experiences with surgery and the subsequent trips to various prosthetists. She was the March of Dimes poster child (thus the title) and learned how to play the part of the happy overcomer, while inside she struggled.  Her disability drove her to overachieve; to prove to everybody that she could not only do things, but she could be the best.  Nothing less than perfection was acceptable.

Emily’s vulnerability in Poster Child is admirable.  And thorough.  At times it makes you cringe and others, cry.

And while I recommend Poster Child, I have to admit that I connected with it less than I thought I would.  Her writing style is certainly more literary than I’ve been reading lately, which made it a bit more challenging to digest.  But, the main difference, I think, was that her perspective was heavily feminine.  Which is great, don’t get me wrong!  Emily struggled with body image issues and admits, “I may never fully understand or even accept the body I live in and with…” which is something I’ve never struggled with.  At least in regards to my arm.  I’m aware enough to know that many, if not most, women struggle with this, though.  Magazines, TV, movies, the internet…the media has been telling women what they should look like forever.  So, Emily’s struggle is not unique to limb different women, though it adds an unchangeable element that is impossible to ignore.  “It never occurred to me that the expectations I had about people’s perceptions of me might be myths and that other people might have issues with their bodies, too.  I believed my deformity trumped everybody else’s physical preoccupations.  Narcissistically, I thought, What could possibly be worse than a missing leg? and organized my thoughts around this assumption,” she says.

Emily also seemed angry about her difference much of the time, which is a normal and common reaction, though one I’ve never had.  She felt like she wasn’t whole, which makes sense because she lost part of her physical body.  I am now the way I was born, so this is the wholeness I’ve always felt.  I’m seeing more and more the differences between congenital amputees and others.  There is a real sense of loss that happens when our bodies change in such a traumatic way.

And while there are differences, Emily and I certainly share some commonalities.  Our pursuit of perfection has, at times, paralyzed us both.  Learning to accept ourselves and not to base our worth on our accomplishments is something all of us need to learn; some of us more than others.  Her fear of failure is also familiar to me.  Those of us with limb differences have this innate pressure that we must succeed or suffer the pity we so despise.  For me, this is often left simmering in my subconscious, though I know it’s there.

I also appreciated Emily’s candor and honesty about her struggles as related to her faith.  Her insights into the theology of disability and her transparency regarding her time away from God are agonizingly beautiful.  I’m the associate pastor of my church and have a degree in Biblical studies but can tell you honestly, I have never thought about the theology of disability.  Even when my psychology professor, Dr Goodpaster (the atheist), told me I should be mad at the God I so foolishly believed in because of how He made me.  I’m so grateful to Emily for opening my eyes to an arena of theology that seems so obvious to me now, but that I’ve missed for years!

I hope to high Heaven that this doesn’t come off as sexist, but I highly recommend Poster Child to women, fully-limbed or not.  Her insights into issues that women deal with more regularly than men are powerful.  And everyone, men included, can learn from Emily’s vulnerability and resolve to learn about herself.  Introspection and self-improvement are dangerous battlegrounds and Emily is a fabulous example for us in these regards.

(Be forewarned that Poster Child is for adult readers only.  Adult language and sexual themes are pervasive throughout.  Right now Amazon has copies for $5.98 each…go buy one: Poster Child: A Memoir

It’s official…you can now buy a LOH mug!

And tons of other stuff.

I’m excited to announce the opening of the Living One-Handed CaféPress shop!

I have to be honest…I barely know what I’m doing on CaféPress, so if you have any tips, let me know.  It seems like it’s easy enough, though, and looks like it should work great.

Here’s the other thing I’m feeling right now: I’m selling a bunch of stuff with a caricature of myself on it.  Hello??  That’s weird.  But, the reason I’m doing it is because I believe in the mission of LOH and the more people that find out about it, the better.

Thanks so much to everyone who has supported LOH already and has shared the love!  You are amazing.

So, head over to the shop and take a look around.  Take advantage of any deals going on right now.  And feel free to share the love!

As of today, I’ve been married to my wife for 11 years.

My wife is beautiful. Always has been. She’s also hilarious. A killer combo. She’s an incredible mother. She loves Jesus with all her heart. And she loves and cares for those around her more than anyone I know.

To say I married above my means is an understatement of magnificent proportions.

The last year or so has been a fun and interesting time for us. As I’ve come to realize my unique position as a limb-different person, Julie has been right by my side. She’s been so supportive and encouraging. There’s nobody I’d rather do all of this with than her!

It’s funny to think back to our wedding day and remember our vows.  “I’ll do everything in our marriage with one hand.  That one is a fact.”  I was light-hearted about my arm even then!

I remember after I proposed my dad saying something like, “I always wondered who would end up with you.” I’m going to have him unpack that for me someday, but I’ll bet every parent of a limb-different child has the same thought. Who will choose my child? Not in a bad way. Just in a “Who’s going to see past the difference and love the whole person?” way. Which is why I also said in my vows, “Thank you for loving me the way that I am, inside and out, and I want to love you the same way…forever.”

Well, parents, I’m living proof that a one-armed guy can end up with a beautiful, funny, talented, compassionate, intelligent, wonderful woman.

That said, I can’t guarantee everyone will be as lucky as me.

Happy anniversary, Jules.

 

 

 

 

 

 

(I thought I’d share our montage that we played at our wedding. It makes it look like we got married 40 years ago! Ahh, technology.)

There’s nothing like seeing a grown man jump rope.

You’re welcome.

In elementary school I participated in “Jumprope for Life” and I had no problems.  Kids are creative.

Enjoy the video and I’d love to see YOURS!  Post them on the Facebook page!

I’ve always loved playing sports.

Especially football.

Not me, but still one-handed.

I found out recently that playing football is one of the only times my friends think about me having one arm.  One said,  “I remember playing football one time and not even thinking about you having one hand until you made this amazing catch going deep and stopping in my tracks like, ‘Wait, how the heck did he just do that?'”  My friend Steve said, “The only time I am really conscious of the fact that you only have one arm is when we are playing football and I am the quarter back.  I know that if I throw the ball towards your left shoulder, it’s going to be extremely difficult for you to catch the ball!  So, I am forced to think a little bit more when I am throwing to you, and I really try to throw to your right side.”

I’ll be making many more videos of me playing sports, I’m sure, but for now here’s one of me playing catch with my son.  I figure it’s better just to see it done than to have me try to explain it.

This was originally posted June 23rd, 2011, on RyanHaack.com

I’ve seen Finding Nemo over fifty times, I’m sure.  Sometimes I make my kids watch it just so I can watch it with them.  I mean, what’s not to love?  A cute fish, an overprotective dad who really just loves his son, Ellen, mass murder by a barracuda…I could go on and on.  Plus, there are tons of great lines, like, “Just keep swimming!” and “To the top of Mount Wanna-hock-a-loogie!”

Now, there’s an obvious connection between me and the little guy, Nemo.  In case you’re unfamiliar, or you just haven’t noticed before, he has a “bad fin.”  I’ve always kind of wondered what lead to that part of the story as far as the writers are concerned.  Like, did one of them have a child or relative with a limb difference and they worked it into the story?  Curious.  Anyone able to hook me up with a writer from the movie that knows?  C’mon internet…do your thing.  (Update: I asked Andrew Stanton – writer and director of Nemo – about it on Twitter and he said, “personal experience.” Hmm.)

And while Nemo seems the logical choice, here’s the truth: I actually identify more with Gill.  And not just because he’s voiced by fellow Wisconsinite and total creepy dude, Willem Dafoe.  This scene helps explain why (I know it’s out of sync, sorry):

See, I grew-up having one hand. A “bad fin.” So, I get Nemo. I understand him. But, as strange as this may sound, I’m actually challenged by Gill. He’s an adult with experience, like me, and even though his motives were somewhat suspect, he came around and really took Nemo under his wing. Er, fin. Bad fin. And I’d like to do that, too. I’d like to encourage people who have limb differences like me. Wait, do I have a new hero? I think the answer is yes.

My earlier post about staring garnered a lot of amazing responses and one of them was from a mom named Molly. Molly’s daughter Ryan was born with a limb difference, like me. Now, there were two things I loved about Ryan right off the bat: 1) She has a sweet name and 2) she’s wearing a pink Transformers shirt on their website. Amazing. I also loved Molly’s attitude about Ryan. When talking about her limb difference, she said, “I’m sure you will not be at all surprised that this has NOT slowed her a bit. She is a joyful, brilliant, fearless wonderfully made little girl to say the least. I wouldn’t change a single thing about her.” I believe it.

What’s really awesome is that Molly started something called The Lucky Fin Project. They sell these amazing bracelets to raise awareness and to “celebrate the wonderfully made, one bracelet at a time.” I and my family are so proud to support her and her family as they “educate, celebrate, support and unite.”

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You should totally go checkout the bracelets available and get one. I promise you they really are awesome. And it’s a great cause. Oh, and she has these stickers you can get, too:

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I know this seemed like it turned into a big plug for the LFP, and to some extent that’s true. But, it’s only because I think it’s a great idea and I know Molly’s heart is to help people. And that’s what I’m after, too. I want to partner with people who are telling others that they are beautiful and talented and valuable. And that’s what Molly’s doing. This beautiful bracelet she’s giving them is a visual reminder of the beautiful person they are. I love that.

And I think Gill would, too.

UPDATE: It’s giveaway time! Just make your entries below and you could win this guy:

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Apparently, if I’m ever going to write a memoir, I need to start skiing.

Not me.

I’m currently reading Emily Rapp’s Poster Child and it’s the third memoir in a row wherein the limb-different author was some sort of champion skier.  First it was Josh Sundquist, then Kevin Michael Connolly and now Emily Rapp.  Now, to be fair, they are all missing one or both legs, so I could probably get by without skiing.  But, still…

Reading these memoirs has made me try to remember all the things I did as I was growing-up.  And the fact of the matter is…I was pretty dang normal.  I never aspired to be a champion athlete, though I played every sport imaginable.  Except soccer, which is what everyone assumes I played.  “Because you don’t need hands, ya know?” they say.  I played little league baseball and was a pitcher like my hero, Jim Abbott, but I stopped before high school.  I ran track my freshman year, but then I focused on music starting my sophomore year.  I was in choir and wind ensemble and orchestra and jazz…whatever was offered, I did it.  I played trumpet, euphonium, and the valve trombone.  Junior year I went through my drama phase, gracing the stage for a musical and a play my senior year.

I’ve been to Europe and I’ve been to Haiti.  I got married and I have three kids.  I’ve been a youth pastor and I’m currently our church’s associate pastor.  I’ve held all sorts of jobs and have lived in a few different places.

Normal.

As my friend Desi said recently, “You’re just a normal guy.”

Here’s the thing I’m realizing, though: most of us are normal.  There’s a reason they’re making a movie of Kevin’s life and not mine.  He did something creative and unique!  His story should be told.  And that’s awesome.  But, I’ll admit, sometimes I get down on myself for not being more ambitious.  Like, why wasn’t I more determined to conquer everything when I was younger?  I believe I could have been a star athlete.  Or an actor.  Anything, really.  And I don’t mean for that to sound arrogant, I just really believe that when I put my mind to something I can accomplish it.  So, why didn’t I do that more when I was a kid?

I’ll tell you why I think it was.  It was because I didn’t have anything to prove.  At least I didn’t think I did.  That and I had a short attention span.  Honestly, though, you’d think I’d want to prove to everyone that I could not only do everything you two-handers could do, but I could do it better.  If I was going to Jump-Rope-For-Heart, I’d win it.  If you could win that.  I’d become a star baseball pitcher.  I’d become an actor who elicits howls of laughter or stifled sobs every time I took the stage.  Whatever it was, I’d be the best.

But it was never like that.  I did something I liked and then I moved on.  And I think that’s what most of us do.  We try things and if we like them, we keep doing them.  Most of us aren’t the best at whatever it is we like to do.  I mean, logically, only one person can be the best, so the rest of us aren’t.  And that’s fine.  We all have our own stories.  And your story is just as valid as mine or as Josh’s or as anybody’s.  Maybe our stories won’t ever be told within the pages of a book, but they will be told.  Your family, your friends, the people in your community…they’ll come to know your story.

I dare us to live a good one.

And then, to not be afraid to tell it.

Seems like a lot of people have a Media Monday or Monday Soup kind of thing going on.  I think I’ll try that.  There’ll be more criteria for it shortly.  In the meantime, enjoy this one.

If you haven’t heard of Brené Brown, consider this your introduction.

Hi. I'm Brené.

Brené studies vulnerability, courage, authenticity, and shame.  Her mission is to help others live a wholehearted life.  I believe everyone can benefit from Brené’s research, especially her insight into shame resistance.

I remember the first time I saw her TED talk.  It blew me away.  I still watch it every now and then and I tell everyone I know to watch it, too.  It’s been viewed over 3 million times!  So, watch this:

I also remember reading the first paragraph of her amazing book, The Gifts of Imperfection, and bought it immediately.  She says, “Wholehearted living is about engaging in our lives from a place of worthiness.  It means cultivating the courage, compassion, and connection to wake up in the morning and think, No matter what gets done and how much is left undone, I am enough.  It’s going to bed at night thinking, Yes, I am imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but that doesn’t change the truth that I am also brave and worthy of love and belonging.”

No matter if you’re limb-different or not, take some time to get to know Brené Brown today.  You’ll be better for it.

Follow @BreneBrown on Twitter, too!

 

If I ever meet Kevin Connolly, and I hope I do, I’ll probably stare at him.

Just being honest.

See, Kevin was born without legs.

Is that an amazing picture or what?

In his memoir, Double Take: A Memoir, one story Kevin shares is how he turned the tables on those who stared.  The idea was brilliant.  Kevin uses a skateboard to get around instead of a wheelchair or prosthetic legs, so his vantage point is unique to begin with.  At one point he became so frustrated with the staring, he decided to use his camera to stare back.  He’d skate around and, while looking the other way, he’d snap a picture of someone he could sense was staring.  The results were The Rolling Exhibition.

Double Take: A Memoir, is Kevin’s life story…even though he’s only 26 years old.  “Originally I didn’t want to write a memoir,” he says in the Epilogue.  “The genre felt too loaded for me; I whined and griped about how unqualified I was to write a retrospective on such a short life.”  I love his honesty.  And I’m glad he fought through the insecurities to write it anyway.

If you’re familiar with my blog, you know I also have experience with being stared at.  At some point or another, though, those of us with physical differences realize that our parents dealt with the staring way before we did.  This realization was powerful for Kevin.  As he showed his photos to his parents, his dad said, “We’ve been seeing that your whole life.” His dad also said it was “pretty tough to keep myself from smacking some of these folks over the years.”  A couple months ago I had a very similar conversation with my own dad.  Parents of children with obvious physical differences are a rare and inspiration breed.

Kevin also speaks to the reality of feeling “normal” only within our circle of friends.  Especially those of us with obvious physical differences.  “Unlike me, many people are able to hide their differences from the world.  Whether it’s not getting on the dance floor because you have wobbly knees or wearing turtlenecks to cover that scar on your collarbone, you can exercise some sort of control over how you are perceived by the outside world.  But the fact that I don’t have legs is pretty hard to hide.  Even if I wore prosthetics, I still couldn’t hide the fact that I’m missing these limbs.  Only when I’m inside my circle of family and friends is my disability so familiar that it’s normal,” Kevin writes.  Kevin is so right.  It stil amazes me when my family and friends say they don’t notice my arm is missing.  But, I believe them.  And I appreciate it.

Double Take: A Memoir, is a well-written, captivating story of one young man’s life so far.  Kevin’s stories about his family, his skiing experiences, his world-traveling, his love found and lost (and found and lost again), all from the unique perspective of having no legs, are powerful.  If you’re a parent or a friend of someone with a difference, you’ll love Kevin’s story.  And if you are a person with a difference, you’ll identify completely with his experience.

(Full disclosure: There’s some strong language in the book, so it really is for adults.  Pretty sure it’d be rated R if it was a movie.  Wait…can I buy the movie right to this??)

Here’s a fantastic interview with Kevin.  Also, Meredith hits on him.  Seemed more awkward than if she had just said he was an inspiration.  Anywho…

Pounding nails is quite the trick for someone with one hand.

I would know.

I’ll tell you the most frustrating ones to pound, though.  You know those cheap book cases you get from Walmart or Target?  The ones with that fake-woodgrain piece of thin cardboard you have to unfold and nail to the back of the case.  Yeah, that situation is insanely frustrating.  And I know those are technically brads or whatever, but still…frustrating.

I’m not much of a handy-man (ha) per se, but I’ve used a hammer and nails enough in my life to know…it ain’t easy. I also know that I haven’t tried many other methods of doing it.  I’m sure there are countless tools or helps or methods out there, I just haven’t used them.  Again, necessity is the mother of invention, and let’s be honest…it’s rarely necessary for me to nail stuff together.

So, this is how I do it.  One way, at least.  If you have a cool way of doing it, I’d love if you made a reply video!  And if you have questions or ideas, post them in the comments section.  I promise to respond.  And if I don’t, you can totally nail me on it.  GET IT?  See what I did there?!

Sigh.