It was January 4, 1997, during a terrible snowstorm that I decided it was time to start my life. My mother was forced to carry me for ten months, during which the doctors told her that she and I had not gained enough weight. The day my mother’s labor was induced she weighed 115 pounds. When I was born I was twenty-one and a half inches long and weighed only five pounds and fourteen ounces. My mother has told me that I greatly resembled a string bean, and for a while that is what I was referred to as. When my parents found out they were having a baby, they did not want to know the sex of it. However, while at one of their Ultrasound check ups a nurse made the mistake of saying, “Oh, isn’t he cute!”. This then placed the seed of thought into
