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When  I was 3, the Hospital in Boston told my father I had cerebral palsy .A loss of oxygen to my brain had destroyed brain  [MASK]  to the right side of my body.But  no  son of my dad's was going to be disabled.Every day my dad  placed  me on the bedroom floor to  exercise  my right leg.His job was to craft them straight, at any  cost  .Back and forth, up and down, my dad pushed and pulled the muscles into  shape  .But my dad's help didn't stop there.