Id like more than anything to thank my father for making me the man I am. He showed me how to work hard and how to treat people. Every bit of toughness in me, I gained from him. Its no wonder that I draw my name from Willard Stephen Mackelprang, being Stephen Mackelprang myself. Thanks for everything. I love you, Dad.
Id like to thank my mother for always loving me in her own way. It took a while for us to get on the same page, but she never stopped searching for it. Without her love, this would have been impossible. Love you, Mom.
In the creation of this book, I was assisted and gently spurred along in the outlining of this manuscript by Brett Hillbrant. The numerous other things he helped me with in life take their own chapter. The greatest thing he helped me see was how much my family loved me. That the buried anger needed to go and had no place in my heart any further. For that, I am eternally thankful. And without that lesson, this book would not have been written.
Also, Id like to recognise all the amazing work Cortni Merrit did to revise my manuscript. Not only did she turn my stories into something easy to read, but she also didnt let me leave too much out. Places where I needed to expand, shed elaborate on extensively. Again, without her work, this would be a mess of stories on my computer collecting static, since I dont think computer files get dust.
Synopsis
Lost and alone on a path to self-rediscovery, a man, a double-amputee, decided that the place to start looking was at the top of world-famous Angels Landing in Zion National Park. Here he first became aware of the trail angels looking out for him, as they descended on him with aid the entire way. From there it flashes back to the events that sent him on this hop about around the west in a car a car he purchased from selling a prosthetic leg on eBay.
The search continued to the top of Telescope Peak at 11,049 feet in Death Valley. It turned into a three-day, two-night, conquest with the hindrance of magic mushrooms and ill preparation.
Next, he found himself at the Rainbow Gathering doing gonzo journalism on 4 July. Strange events only continued as he was approached by a man with only a left leg on crutches, after three Harleys ripped up the trail in the middle of the night.
Throughout, he met people from all walks, saw dozens of national parks, until he hit a cow in the middle of the road in southern Utah. That led him to a stop in Las Vegas before heading to NorCal and then home.
Intermittently youll get twisted in a comical version of how he lost his leg to soften up for how it did go. Years of pushing his body too hard and neglect left him with a fused lower back, addicted to pain pills at twenty-three. That addiction ultimately cost him life and limb, but luckily, he got his life back. It took him a while to kick the opiates and do so.
Family troubles, specifically religious differences and then drug addiction, had driven him to his solo journey. He learned in the end, among other things, that family is important and that we are not defined by our mistakes.
Preface
Give me a minute. Gotta put myself together.
Putting myself together didnt use to involve attaching an ankle-foot orthotic (AFO) on my right foot and a prosthetic leg to whats left of my left leg. People look at someone like me first and foremost with pity or with fright. I know. Misconceptions plague our society.
I grew up with an uncle who had lost his left arm and all but the thumb and pointer finger on his right hand. Id only recently come to remember after being reminded he was also a below-knee amputee. Thats how I knew him, and it freaked me out. The way he acted didnt. My lack of understanding of what happened to him and what his capabilities were left me scared. I came to find out that his attitude was much like mine when I was young. He was a real prankster, fear kept me from discovering.
More than anything, I was scared of what I would do if tragedy struck me. As a child, I was unnerved when considering how I would go on living like that if I were in his shoes.
As a child, adults (mistakenly) told me that one of my cousins was retarded. Later, I learned that he was born with severe cerebral palsy (CP). Not until I got my biology degree did I discover that people with CP are mentally acute. In no way was his mental acuity slowed. Only his motor function was disturbed, and much of my family wasnt aware. I was told that he was retarded because of their ignorance not any kind of malice. It was a sign of the times. Never was he looked down upon in life and has been able to develop his own small business. Ive found these misconceptions to be common.
One purpose of this book is to show you, reader, that we are all people with challenges. Challenges come in different forms: from physical to substance abuse, to psychological trauma and more and they are all different and all exhausting. Different and exhausting for all along lifes journey. Nevertheless, despite struggles, each of us can achieve far more than many people believe.
Im often asked, Howd you lose your leg?
Generally, my answer is, Its complicated. Im writing a book about it. Ill tell you the story, full of complications, full of its mystery.
This book has changed forms many times. Now, Ive evolved as a person and found the best way to add in an inspirational story. People tell me that my life is inspiring. It seems lazy not to share it with others.