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Restart - originally posted 3/19/13

1/31/2016

On March 3, 2012 I was hit by a car and lost my left leg below the knee. On March 2, 2013 I started travelling to NYC, land of public transportation and walking. The past year has been a roller coaster. There were weeks, actually months, when I didn’t think this time would come. But now that I’m auditioning again, it feels like I never stopped.

My dad whispered in my ear, “Just like pressing the restart button.” I knew he was right, and now I’ve come to realize that auditioning again isn’t just a restart, it’s a revamp.

Like throwing away a slow, old computer and buying a shiny new one. I feel refreshed, empowered and strengthened. Although my left leg still causes some mobility issues, I now have a better understanding of who I am as a human being, what I believe in, and how to achieve what I want.

I first started auditioning to pursue acting, singing and dancing. I still want to be on Broadway! But I’ve found myself gravitating towards learning more about young people with disabilities. I enjoy speaking with them, discussing our challenges, and finding common ground – regardless of physical or mental disability.

I’ve been speaking at high schools and colleges about my personal experience becoming disabled. The students I meet are a big part of the reason I’ve chosen to continue performing; their courage and honesty keeps me grounded because they’ve accepted their reality of life with a disability. But they also inspire me by learning to adapt and find the opportunity in adversity.

I have a few speaking engagements lined up, some are open to the public if you’re in the area:
Iona College – April 4
University of New Haven – April 15
Stockton – May 16
I’m also performing in a few projects!
-An independent film, “Only Those Who Limp” written and directed by Margot Cole.
-Monologue Night at Grounds for Sculpture on April 5. This evening is being produced by A Saturday’s Child. Check it out: http://www.asaturdayschild.com/A_Saturdays_Child/MNM.html
-My solo show “Inspiration Whore” on April 7 and 8, get your tickets now!!: http://tictheater.com/shows.html
-And a I’ll be playing Wendy in a children’s theater tour of “Peter Pan” by Identity Theater Company, info is on their website: http://www.identitytheater.com/

“I always say don’t make plans, make options.” –Jennifer Aniston
Plans change! Life happens! So plan A didn't work out, lucky it's a big alphabet.

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Collision - originally posted 1/23/13

1/30/2016

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I cried yesterday. Those tears had nothing and everything to do with my leg.

Yesterday a 12 year old girl was killed standing in the median of an interstate after the car she was in was involved in an accident. This story sounds all too familiar to me. A lot of people are never taught to remain in their vehicle after an accident, and many lives are lost or severely changed due to this cause.

Insurance company risk assessments measure your life expectancy in SECONDS when you exit a vehicle on the interstate. It is something you should never do. This is not the first time I’ve heard of a person dying this way, and it won’t be the last. Stories like these make me so grateful that my own life was spared the day I lost my leg.

The day of my accident I wanted to stay in the car. I was involved in a minor fender bender and myself and the other driver pulled over on the shoulder of the interstate. I called the police because her cell phone died and we waited in our cars. Then she asked me if she could use my phone. I got out of the car and stood next to her while she called her work. She hung up, I took my phone and we were both going to go back to our cars when another car spun out of control and slammed into both of us, amputating my leg on impact.

The weather was bad that day, it had been raining and the curve where both accidents occurred is marked as 25MPH but everyone seems to go around it at 35MPH. Speeding around that curve only works if the weather conditions are perfect. Almost all of the accidents that take place at that spot happen when it’s raining. The curve also comes out of nowhere, so unless a driver is familiar with the road chances are they will not take the one or two signs warning of the drastic speed limit change too seriously. But they really, really should.

As it seems our snow and ice season is beginning, let’s all be a lot more cautious when driving, especially around curves for my sake, please! It seems like most car accidents and injuries can be avoided if proper precautions are taken. Who knows what would have happened to me if I had stayed in the car at the time I was hit. Since after the car hit me it continued on to crash into my parked car and total it, I may not have been better off inside the vehicle after all! But we’ll never know. What I do know is that I’m missing my leg because someone was speeding around a 25MPH curve in hazardous weather conditions.

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Fear - originally posted on 11/6/12=

1/28/2016

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It’s a scary word. In past blog posts I’ve written about my own fears, but now it’s time to talk about yours. Well ok, I’m generalizing. I’ll call the following a societal fear.

Did you know that nearly 20% of the American population is living with a disability? We are in the minority, but still…20% is over 50 million people! I’m guessing you may not have known that fact because nothing like that is visible in the media. It’s estimated that less than 2% of roles on TV exhibit any type of disability. What’s worse, only .5% of those roles ever get the chance to speak and the actors playing those roles might not even be disabled themselves. The most well-known show on TV featuring a disabled character is Glee. On that show the black actor is black, the Asian actor is Asian (even the actor who plays Kurt, the leading gay character, is gay), but the wheelchair user isn’t actually a wheelchair user. This must change. Acceptance of performers, writers, and directors with disabilities must be gained with the same awareness that has been achieved by artists of color and other minorities.

Here’s another fun fact that I bet you didn’t know; SAG (Screen Actors Guild) publishes a Casting Data Report that provides the industry with an analysis of the hiring practices and employment trends in film and television related to ethnicity, age and even gender. The industry does not currently report information about the hiring of actors with disabilities; hence, little is known about their employment. I’m assuming producers don’t want to add disability as diversity to the casting report because they’re afraid of what it will show. Statistics provided by the Actors Equity Association on the employment trends in Broadway and other theaters aren’t any better, as they are virtually nonexistent. Obviously, not much is being done to increase employment for performers with disabilities.

Why is this? I have a theory. As the disabled playwright, John Belluso, once said, “Disability is the minority no one wants to join but anyone can fall into at any time.” Society FEARS disability because it is the only minority we could all become part of!! This fear is increased because it isn’t seen, isn’t shown as a natural part of life. So how can we, as a society, solve this conundrum? Here’s a simple solution - cast more disabled actors (give me a job…or just a chance to audition!!).

Our disability doesn’t have to be featured, in fact, I’d prefer it be shown as a natural character choice. On Breaking Bad Walter White’s son has Cerebral Palsy, but the show doesn’t portray this trait as a disability, just a natural part of his role. It demonstrates very clearly the exuberance and independence as well as the challenges of a life lived with a disability. In this same show, however, one of the Mexican Cartel brothers loses both his legs being hit by Hank’s car and is mocked for it. His character is a bad guy, I get it. The audience should be happy this horrific injury happened to him. But consider this true story of a double amputee – He drops his daughter off at school in NYC, stands behind his car and suddenly gets hit by a taxi and loses both his legs.

This leads me to a trend I’ve noticed because I’m a new amputee – most leading amputee roles in movies are the bad guys! Think about it; Darth Vader, Dr. Curt Connors from The Amazing Spider Man, and Lieutenant Dan Taylor from Forrest Gump . These amputee villains play right into the mindset of society. There is fear of disability; we all want to think that if life is “fair” then the good guys can’t get hurt. No one wants to think that in the end the good guy loses a limb and becomes permanently disabled. But this happens every day all over the country. So why should those fears get projected onto us amputees?

Some of the strongest people I know live with a disability such as limb loss. This loss doesn’t make us saints, but it certainly doesn’t turn us evil. Being disabled is defined as lacking power, lacking strength, and lacking physical or mental ability. Adapting is defined as adjusting to different circumstances. People living with a disability shouldn’t be thought of as lacking, we should be more commonly known as adjusting.

I still want to be on Broadway. With that goal in mind I wanted to write a bit about performers with disabilities who have made it to Broadway or are performing regionally at Equity theaters. I’ve found they are few and far between. Few disabled performers get cast as a character not specified as having a disability, and there are hardly any disabled characters in plays and musicals. Even though I can hide my disability, my dream role is Sarah in Time Stands Still. She isn’t a disabled character but she does get injured in an explosion and that would give me the chance to incorporate my amputation into her character. What’s strange is that I have never seen or heard of an actress with a disability playing this role. Why are casting directors constantly missing these rare opportunities? Because society doesn’t want to think about the possibility that the good guy (or girl) can be or become permanently disabled.

It seems as though biopics (movies based on a true story) are the only outlet being used to convey a person living with limb loss as inspirational. Soul Surfer, Men of Honor, and 127 Hours are good examples. Does this mean, however, that our society can’t even begin to imagine and create an amputee role that is positive, active and kind spirited before and after becoming an amputee? Or is it that we don’t want to imagine a positive, active and kind spirited person becoming permanently disabled. If a good guy can lose a leg in the movies, does that mean it could happen to you? Yes. But does seeing it on a screen make it more likely? No.

My life didn’t end when I lost my leg. In some ways it feels like this is only the beginning. My injury is just another plot twist leading to a greater ending. After all, as they say in The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, “Everything will be ok in the end. If it’s not ok, then it’s not the end.” At the end of The Hunger Games movie Peeta is a determined young man. At the end of the book, The Hunger Games, Peeta is a determined young man and an amputee. Why this change from paper to screen? Society fears disability and doesn’t want to see the good guy become an amputee. Not only have these writers missed the opportunity to cast an amputee actor, but they also could have incorporated the grueling psychological trauma of losing a limb into his character. This loss could have made his character more whole and demonstrated to society that one can still be the good guy and live life with a prosthetic leg.

Being disabled is being different. We aren’t born thinking different is bad but that’s what we’re taught in society. From a young age we learn that Captain Hook is a bad guy because of his physical deformity and his actions. The only way to end this fear of disability is to accept that it can happen to the good guys and stop portraying us as the villain. Let yourself and your children stare and ask questions about my prosthetic leg. Let me show you that I’m a person living a fulfilling life with a disability. Let me show you that there is nothing to fear.

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Next To Normal - originally posted 9/19/12

1/27/2016

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Before March 3, 2012 I lead a pretty typical life, some might say, “normal.” It was great, fun and just a little crazy! In an instant my life changed forever. I will never feel “normal” again, but I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing.

When my leg was amputated I not only changed physically, but also emotionally. Who could have imagined that at 24 years old what I consider to be my greatest achievement is simply walking? I’ve worked hard in my life at many jobs, classes and auditions, but learning to walk with a prosthetic leg has been the most powerful and humbling experience of my life.

I felt like I lost part of my soul the day I lost my leg. I saw my dreams of singing and dancing on Broadway being crushed; I felt powerless and angry. My first day home from the hospital I cried for an hour, with my family by my side. My home felt different because I felt different. I knew then there was no looking back, only forward (as Obama would say).

The prosthesis I wear symbolizes power to me. At first I was worried that when I looked down at my feet all I would feel was a sense of loss. I’m happy to have been wrong. My “new leg” is truly a reminder to overcome fear and embrace life. Today I’m walking again! No more wheelchair, crutches or even a cane. I am really walking with my own two feet! AND IT FEELS UNBELIEVABLE! I have to pinch myself every time I take a step because it feels too good to be true.

I used to think of my prosthesis as “the torture device” because it was extremely painful, but now it seems like magic. Of course it’s still a little uncomfortable and my residual limb feels sore after a long day wearing the prosthetic leg, but there’s no better feeling than looking down at my 2 feet and taking a step. It could simply be a step towards the fridge to pour myself a glass of water, or it could be taking a step onto the stage.

I’m in a show now and one member of the cast had no idea that I use a prosthesis. When I walk down the street or into a restaurant, no one knows the trauma I’ve endured; if I wear long pants they can’t see that I’m different. They can’t see that I’m part of the 20% of disabled Americans. I’m thankful to be able to hide my disability and appear “normal”; some people don’t have that luxury. Yet, sometimes when people can’t tell I’m an amputee I feel guilty for hiding that part of my life. I’m not ashamed of my leg, in fact, I’m pretty proud of it!

As I move forward with my life, my goals and my dreams I find myself on the cusp of normality, but not quite there. This experience has shown me that everything happens for a reason. Even though this injury certainly wasn’t in my life plan, sometimes the most creativity happens when you color outside the lines. My injury dared me to be vulnerable and taught me to be strong. Who needs normal when it’s our differences that make us who we are?

This is a rehearsal for "The Odd Couple," can you tell which leg is fake!?

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True To Who You Are - originally posted 8/23/12

1/27/2016

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In my last blog post I wrote about overcoming fear. Lately I've been realizing that fear is no longer an issue in my life! However, feeling uncomfortable has become a daily occurrence. I've experienced a traumatic event and endured so much discomfort, so now, to put myself in an uncomfortable situation on purpose seems ridiculous! Yet, I must, because my version of an uncomfortable situation is different from most...driving is uncomfortable, but I do it. Going to a bar with or without my prosthesis is uncomfortable, but I do it (gotta live a little!!) and even walking through the mall can be uncomfortable, but I do it.
People stare, gawk, point and kids ask questions.

My circumstances may not be perfect (don't think many South Jersey-ans see a girl with only 1 foot a lot...) but I can still be a trusting, optimistic person. I'm learning never to hide from life, but trust that whatever happens, I'll be OK.

Tears don't mean you're losing, everbody's bruising.
Just be true to who you are. - Jessie J.

I love her song, "Who You Are" and I used to dance to it all the time in class before my accident, but now the lyrics convey a much different message to me.

This is what happens when I start messing around at physical therapy...here's a little dance I choreographed to "Who You Are."

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Don't Dream it, DO it! - originally posted 7-31-12

1/26/2016

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American gymnast George Eyser won an impressive six medals (three gold, two silver, one bronze) during a single day of the 1904 Olympic Games. Even more impressive - he had only one leg. Fitted with a wooden prosthesis after being hit by a train, Eyser was still able to compete even in the vault event, which at the time involved jumping over a long horse without the use of a springboard.

So many people; friends, family and even strangers have been asking me, “How do you stay so positive?” They mention that I’m “inspiring.” I’m so flattered, but I don’t ever think of myself that way. What I’ve experienced in the past 5 months has been brutal and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. I've had my rough days, weeks, even months. But I’ve always been an optimistic person. The word “can’t” has never been in my vocabulary, and now more than ever I refuse to let that cruel word walk into my life.

My skin has been healing slowly but surely and my prosthetic leg is feeling better and better. Even though I’m still healing from my last surgery, nearly 4 months ago, at this point the only thing holding me back is fear. But isn’t that true for everybody?

My experience was pretty extreme, but we all have obstacles to overcome. For me the obstacles are just a little more noticeable! I never want to let this injury or fear inhibit my lifestyle. It’s taken a while, but I’m pushing myself to drive again. I’m even trying things I’d never done before! Like discovering my love of kayaking:) I’ve also been studying anatomy (I’m going back to school to become a physical therapist assistant) writing a few more original songs, and now I’m writing a play. Who knows what the future holds, my only goal is to always be a constructive member of society.

On “How I Met Your Mother” Marshall asks Ted, “If you knew you’d lose your leg tomorrow, what would you do today?” Well, what would YOU do?

Now go do it! Because you never know what may happen. And hey, if you ever do lose your leg, it’s not that bad;)

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H-O-P-E - orignally posted 7-9-12

1/26/2016

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I don’t like negativity, but I try to stay realistic. I don’t want to be weak but at times it’s hard to be brave. Lately it feels like any glimmer of hope turns into a step in the wrong direction. Some days hope is just another 4 letter word.

And yet, one particular night hope was presented to me as not only a feeling, but a choice. I went to a beautiful wedding and had an amazing time, but for a moment I wasn’t sure if I could let myself enjoy the night. While congratulating the groom during cocktail hour, we talked about the couple’s first dance. He mentioned the name of the song and it sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it…until I heard that first verse.

Memories of the accident flooded my mind and tears fell from my eyes. I had danced to that song in my favorite contemporary dance class, two nights before I was hit by a car. It was the last time I would dance as an able-bodied person. I hadn’t even thought of that until the moment I watched the bride and groom dancing to the music.

I knew I had to choose – let my fear of never dancing again swallow me whole, or turn that page in my life and accept this new chapter. Armando held my hand as the tears of grief subsided and a smile crept across my face. I have to admit, I felt a bit like Carrie Bradshaw in that episode of Sex and the City when she read at a wedding and tried to pass off her sadness as tears of joy for the happy couple. But looking around that ballroom, filled with love and the promise of a new beginning, the song became less painful and more inspirational.

An instance of a strange/surprise reaction is bound to happen after any kind of traumatic accident. A smell, taste, or sound may trigger a memory that has been neatly tucked away. Just the other day my family piled into our car to go home when another car ran a stop sign and nearly collided with us. When I saw that car drive through the stop sign and narrowly miss us my adrenaline jumpstarted and I had a panic attack. I never would have reacted that way before my injury.

These triggers will keep popping up, but like I wrote before, I choose to embrace life and overcome fear – even fears I never knew I had. Hope may be just another 4 letter word, but I’m choosing it over any other.
Will you?

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One Step At A Time - originally posted 6/20/12

1/24/2016

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I'm about to begin my journey walking through life with a prosthetic leg.

On my way to the prosthetist's office today I was surprised by my lack of excitement, but sense of purpose and hope. This has been such a long and strenuous healing process. As my patience wears thin, at least my skin is growing stronger! I'm constantly amazed by the medical technology that saved my life. I'd like to write about what I experienced in the hospital (and preface that with a quick note - I probably only remember half of the events that occured, due to all of the pain medications that flowed through my IVs).

I remember feeling very relaxed my first night in the hospital. I knew I was finally safe. Safely on pain meds in a hospital filled with people who could help me. I had my parents with me and my close friends (shout out to Amanda, Sam, Danielle, Alban, Ben, Erin, Jon, Jen, and Sketkh!). But that night was the calm before the storm.
The rest of my stay in the hospital was filled with surgeries, pain, anxiety, and fear. Also love and support. But mostly fear. For over two weeks the doctors weren't sure if they could save my knee. Most of the skin below my knee wasn't salvageable and they didn't know if the muscle underneath would be viable. I never prayed so much in my life.

I had a 50/50 chance of keeping/losing my knee. Luckily the odds swung in my favor. Unluckily, I had to spend two more weeks without skin covering that muscle. Everytime the residents changed the dressing on my wound it felt like they were peeling off my skin while simultaneously burning my leg. Yet somehow my parents managed to help me find a sense of humor to cope with the situation.

We laughed when one of the residents thought I was a med student. We found a sense of community with my roommates, who consisted of prisoners and stabbing victims (I changed rooms 5x during my stay in the Newark hospital). I cracked up when my order of shrimp scampi arrived as prawns and rice. And my parents smiled when they walked into post-op and found me holding hands with my surgeon and resting.

I don't know how we survived between all of the surgeries and the side effects that come along with being bedridden. But we did survive! And now I'm taking it one painful step at a time.

Here's a picture of my beautiful new leg! When I start performing again, please do me a favor and don't wish me, "break a leg!"

Xoxo
Rachel

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LimBitless - originally posted 5/31/12

1/24/2016

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My life changed forever on March 3, 2012. Some may consider me disabled now, but I don't think the prosthetic limb I will wear is a sign of loss. It will be a symbol of empowerment and a reminder to embrace life and overcome fear.

That day turned my world upside down. For a approximately 1 second I knew I was going to be hit by a car. I'm still amazed that I remember the events of that day so clearly, yet my month in the hospital is all a blur.

Here's my story~

I was driving from New York City to an audition in South Jersey. I never made it to that audition. I was in a slight fender bender – my first ever car accident. I was shaken up but the other driver and me were fine and had little damage to our cars. We parked on the shoulder of the causeway and as we leaned against the guardrail chatting, waiting for the police to arrive, the unthinkable happened. I saw a car speed around the curve behind us. The driver quickly lost control and hit the guardrail across from us. In the matter a second these thoughts raced through my mind – “Will that car hit us? No way. Yes it will! Jump over the guardrail!” Without even the chance to scream, it was too late; we were both hit and I was flung over the guardrail and into some muddy grass.

I couldn’t move, my body was in shock. All I could do was scream at the top of my lungs, “Help, HELP! HELP!!!” I quickly realized my iphone was still in my hand, unscathed (unbelievable!). As I turned my head my second realization was not so promising – I couldn’t see my left boot. My shoe was gone, which led me to believe that so was the flesh inside it. Panic sunk it, but luckily good samaritans came to my aid. A father and his 10 year old daughter held my hand and called my dad. Not ten minutes earlier I had called him to say I was in an accident but everything was fine. This call was much more somber. As I choked back tears I told my parents, who were 2 hours away from me, that I had lost my leg. They immediately started driving towards me.

Once the paramedics got to the accident they kept my parents updated as to which hospital would take me. Those minutes spent waiting for the ambulance were the scariest moments of my life. I wondered if I had other injuries, if the blood by my head indicated a head injury, and why was I still conscious?! I cried for my loss; I cried for my pain; I blamed myself for the accident; and I cried for my dreams of singing and dancing on Broadway being dashed (I didn’t know then what I know now about the amazing world of prosthetics). I also cried for the kindness of strangers. When a person loses a limb due to illness they are in the hospital surrounded by their loved ones. But in my case, my mom wasn’t there to hold my hands and tell me everything would be O.K. I had a stranger’s hand to hold. Lucky for me, a wonderful woman pulled over and rushed to my side. She talked to me and helped me stay hopeful while we waited.

As I write today I’m still waiting for my wound to heal so I can start walking again. I have good days and bad days, but I’m happy to say that I now have a closer bond with my parents, brothers, extended family, and friends. With their support and the aid of my talented team of surgeons, doctors, nurses, and therapists, my dreams of hitting the Broadway stage have not – and will never – be extinguished.

I wrote a song about the accident for my family, I haven't made it public on Youtube yet, but here's the link - I guess if you've read this you must be caring enough not to judge me on the poor quality of this video! But I hope you like the song:)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yOarRrtfKY

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Restart - originally posted 3/19/13

Collision - originally posted 1/23/13

Fear - originally posted on 11/6/12=

Next To Normal - originally posted 9/19/12

True To Who You Are - originally posted 8/23/12

Don't Dream it, DO it! - originally posted 7-31-12

H-O-P-E - orignally posted 7-9-12

One Step At A Time - originally posted 6/20/12

LimBitless - originally posted 5/31/12

Rachel Handler

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