Ideal:
A picture in the mind; an illusion.
Donna June Hollingsworth was born on a hot June night in Kiowa, Kansas, in 1932. Hospital deliveries were the exception then, not the rule. So Dr. Hammer and a nurse delivered the baby at the Hollingsworth’s home. Ethel’s pains, which had started early in the evening, surprised her; the baby was not due for another month. Nevertheless, it was time, and nothing would stop its arrival.
The glimpse of the newborn baby was horrifying. The legs were barely an inch long and the knees and lower legs were missing. The tiny, misshapen feet attached to the tiny legs had only four toes each. The little finger was missing from the left hand and the index and middle fingers were grown together. All of this in a package that weighed barely three pounds.
Virgil and Ethel were stunned and shocked. The agonizing and overwhelming pain of seeing their child in such a horribly deformed physical body was devastating. Time stood still. To look at the future was impossible.
They had wanted and planned for a daughter.
But not this one. I am that daughter. My name is Donna. This is my story.