I'm ripping up the myths about disability

I am the son of a farmer and had been studying agricultural technology at the time of the accident. I grew up watching my father produce vegetables and fruits, and from the age of 15 I knew that I wanted to follow in his footsteps. Before the accident I had begun experimenting with growing onions, watermelons, and other melons.

But after the accident, I went from being an active young person who worked at the farm and did sports, to being stuck in bed and depending on others. It was a radical change. I spent weeks crying, in angst, wanting to die.

After a while, I finally understood that life goes on, that the days go by, and that if you choose to stay in that state of angst and negativity, the days will still go by, and you end up staying in that same place.

That's what led me to flip the switch, change my mindset, and start to work on my rehabilitation. I understood the first thing I needed to do was to learn to use a wheelchair and regain my independence.

That began a chain reaction. Working on my rehabilitation allowed me to finish school. Finishing school led me to a point in my life where I could say, "Hey, how can I re-insert myself into the place I like, which is the farm?".

In the hospital during that first stage, I remember thinking about building a greenhouse to produce seedlings. That reassured me, and I thought, "Okay, I will focus on that. I'll produce seedlings. That is a job I'll be able to do. I will do that." That idea remained on standby until 2019, when a man who used to work with my father