I didn’t dislike the old Rebekah at all but I feel like this awful experience has really helped me ‘cleanse’ my mind of the insignificant worries and flaws society had planted in my daily thoughts. This situation is a definite example of ‘life is what you make it’. I am currently not as able bodied as your average joe and I was wallowing in sorrow for the first year or so but now I’m in the 5th year of trying to return to living an average life and it has taken me this long to really appreciate living, so I am now and loving who I’ve become/becoming. Hence the I think I like who I am becoming.