Doctors told her parents she wouldn’t live past age 14

112486-b_Janet_Barnes_longest-living_quadriplegicJanet Barnes was born with a broken neck in 1928.  Doctors told her parents she wouldn’t live past age 14.  Janet married and raised four children with her also wheelchair bound husband.  She worked in a photo-retouching lab and volunteered at a community guarden coalition and for the local hospital.  Janet is about to celebrate her 83rd birthday.  One of her daughters is writing a book to celebrate her mother’s amazing life.

Janet’s advice on how to live life despite extraordinary challenges:  “stop being so negative.”

http://www.worldrecordsacademy.org/human/longest-living_quadriplegic_Janet_Barnes_sets_world_record_112486.html

Stories like Janet’s fly in the face of defense claims that those with SCI have a shortened life expectancy.

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