The power of the human spirit can crush a statistic


It is pretty inspirational when an able bodied person overcomes tragedy or other hardships and triumphs in life.  Oprah Winfrey is a famous icon who overcame a childhood of abuse, poverty and disadvantage.

So when we hear about a person with SCI who is able to beat all the dire predictions, the inspiration factor skyrockets.  That is what we find in the story of Bryant Neville.

Bryant became a quadriplegic when he was in the eleventh grade.  He tried to miss a deer that had bounded onto the road and rolled his vehicle.

The only son of a schoolteacher and a manager at a local sawmill, following months of rehabilitation, Neville went back to high school for his senior year. The school had just gotten a computer in the library, and he learned to use it with the help of his friends, who would type for him. As time went by, he regained strength in his left hand and was able to type on the keyboard using a pencil.  He attended John Tyler Community College and graduated summa cum laude with degrees in computer programming and accounting, and later taught in the school’s computer lab.

Bryant is now 47 years old.  What happened to him after school?  You should read this wonderful article.

Photo by Kevin Morley Times-Dispatch

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