My life's genre is an IMPOSSIBLE COMEBACK, because my slowest beginning somehow produced my fastest finish. At 2, a doctor's injection left me paralyzed. I did not start life running. I started it learning how to move through a world that often treated disability as a limitation. At 18, I was being praised for becoming the fastest athlete on the track. Sixteen years separated those two scenes. That is why “progress is a slow process” sounds strange to me. My progress was slow at first, then one day the person everyone underestimated was the person crossing the finish line first. At 2, I experienced ableism. At 18, I was celebrated for the same body people once looked down on. The genre changed because the meaning of the story changed. @RallyOnChain asked us to name our life's genre, and this is mine. Now I want to turn the question back on you. What is the totality of your life that you can swear does NOT fit one genre? Give me the specific scene that breaks the script. The setback, the weird turn, the comeback. Let us scrutinize your life like a story that refuses to stay in one category.