A spiritual and transformative perspective on disability

Abstract

My love for spirituality and religion began when I was a toddler. Both of my parents were very active Christians, especially my mother. So when I was diagnosed with poliomyelitis in Freetown, Sierra Leone, West Africa, at the age of 18 months, she instilled faith and trust in God in me. I vividly remember her carrying me in her arms after church, reassuring me that with God all things were possible. She made me believe that God had a purpose for my life in spite of my disability.