Growing up, my childhood bedroom walls were lined with postcards from my father’s work trips, tacked in order of my dream itinerary. Like a vision board, I glanced at them daily, a promise that my adult life could also one day be filled with adventure.
But when I was 18 years old, this dream was seemingly stolen following a car crash that left me paralyzed from the chest down. The emotional pain was unbearable; I was no longer able to walk. The Great Wall of China, the blood-red dunes of the Sahara, the jagged faces of the Alps… these worlds now represented spaces I’d never get to visit. The postcards were trashed.
Over the past 20 years, my life as a wheelchair user has been dedicated to finding a way back into that girlhood dream. Pushing the limits of my wheels, I’ve made my way into the most surprising terrains; Nicaragua’s jungles, the Maldives’ beaches, the Himalayan foothills, and the Arctic Circle. And, out of my chair, I’ve motorbiked across America, jumped out of planes, scuba-dived, and even been to zero gravity with Zero G in France, each time redefining what travel—and life—looks like for people who can’t walk.
But wherever I set my sights, there is always an enormous barrier to contend with: Flying.