I believe everything happens for a reason. Losing most of the use of my legs might benefit my long-term health. Walking while I was working out might have put more stress on my heart then needs be, and damaged it more then it already is. When I was younger I used to think of myself as an athlete, and wasn’t worried about my heart. I just wanted to know how I could walk better, and to get stonger. I really didn’t know any better either. I was like, I have a heart problem, no big deal. If I would’ve really knew the magnitude, I might not have had the childhood that I did. But I’m covinced that’s why I’m still here, because of the childhood I had. Now that I’m in the second half of my life, I have to start thinking what’s best for my heart. Maybe losing the use of my legs is a sign telling me to take my time, that the slower I go the longer my life will be. Which for me the main purpose is to live as long as I can.