At the age of 16, I received my first active sports wheelchair. This was a turning point in my life. Along with this wheelchair, I received independence and began to look at the world with different eyes. Then I realized that my path hadn't ended, it was just starting with renewed strength. At first, I learned to fall because, as I told myself, to start "walking," you first have to learn to fall. This is also an important element, because every fall teaches us to rise again. This road was long and difficult for me, both physically and morally, because not all public facilities were accessible to wheelchair users. Even simply overcoming a curb was a challenge for me, it seemed like everything was insurmountable. Gradually, I learned to overcome obstacles in my path, climb stairs, and jump over curbs. Today, for me, this is no longer a problem - if I need to climb stairs, I will do it without hesitation.