When we’re born, our parents look down at our smiling faces and see that spark, that greatness we are all destined to achieve. We only hope that we can live up to the expectations our parents set for us that day, and to make them proud and honored to call us their children. As we grow up and try our best to succeed in everything we do, it’s inevitable that we run into barriers along the way. Unfortunately, sometimes the world throws a wicked curveball at us and we get caught off guard. My personal curveball was a form of epilepsy called Panayiotopoulos Syndrome (PS). On August 14th, 2004, I was laying down for naptime at a daycare in Terre Haute, Indiana. About half an hour into naptime, I started seizing, and the teacher in the room called
