In August of 2010, I had a stroke. After staying in the hospital for two days, I was sent to a different hospital which focused on rehabilitation for another two weeks. Following that I went home and continued physical therapy.
When I was at the rehab hospital I was either laying in bed or in a wheel chair. I was unable to get up by myself. A belt was used to help pull me up. The pain was excruciating, worse than having a baby.
The doctors said I needed to set a goal. They asked me what I wanted to do if I could get back on my feet. I said “dancing!” So they made a sign that said “DANCING!” Ever since then, I imagined myself dancing and thinking no pain no gain.
A year later, I walked in to the dance studio. Here I met Auris, a polite and pleasant young man who understands my problem. I feel like I can trust him.
Dancing at the studio had made me very happy, because I reached my goal and kept me active. To all my friends, just remember that if you can walk, you can dance and be happy. I am 77 years old now having the time of my life. I feel like I am living in heaven!