In my first year out of high school I had a massive motorcycle accident on the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I was lucky to survive and almost lost my leg. Over the next year, I had 14 reconstructive operations to stick me back together and was left with spectacular scars. My legs looked awful and I hid them for 23 years.
A few months ago I met a beautiful boy and he asked me why I hid my legs. He said he thought my scars were interesting and I shouldn’t hide them. So after 23 years, I bought my first pair of shorts. I have noticed that hardly anyone even notices my scars and when they do, they’re just interested to know my story. I was in Cambodia a couple of months ago and one of my team said, “I love your scars. I think they’re awesome”. For all those years I was embarrassed when I could have been wearing shorts and dresses! What a dufus.
I want to make the most of this one wild, precious life. We have exactly ONE LIFE in which to do everything we will ever do.
I gave birth to three little humans who have brought enormous meaning to my life. It’s my job to see to it that they grow up to be courageous and kind. I hope they are willing to fight the good fight and have a heart for the underdog and I really hope they take great pleasure in the simple things. You need to find pleasure in the simple things if you plan to live a life serving the underdog, because it will never be a life of luxury. My kids have always had a heart for the less fortunate, but I may have rammed that down their necks from an early age. I will never forget one Sunday when I was packing to go overseas and my then eight-year-old daughter sat on the end of the bed for a chat. I thought she was going to say she was sad that I was leaving again but she said, “Mum, we are so proud of you”.
Editor/Producer Karen Miles
Photographer Sue Stubbs