With the release of my biography of KatrinaSimpkins, Katrina and Winter: Partners in Courage (Guardian Angel Publishing.) I began thinking about just what makes a person heroic. It’s a complicated
question-or is it?

When I hear the word hero, I immediately think of
Katrina. She is a hero to me. She was handed a hard lot in life through no
fault of her own. She was born with
Proximal Femoral Focal Deficiency, a condition that causes one limb to be
shorter than the other. In Katrina’s
case, her right leg is the one affected, so she must wear a prosthetic leg.
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An excerpt from the book sums it up:
I
just want to be a normal somebody, Katrina once said.
She
was that and so much more. She was courageous in ways most people
never
have to be. Every hour. Every day.
A
hero’s courage.
A
hero’s heart.
A
normal girl called Katrina.
If I may, I might add, A normal hero called Katrina…
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