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  • I’m the fencer on the left. There are lots of teenage fencers out there, but that one’s me.

    I’m an amateur foil and épée fencer and I have type 1 diabetes. Throughout my life, the toughest enemy to beat would be myself. I still haven’t done that yet, but I won’t let that stop me. I was diagnosed at 2 years old, and at a very young age, my mum always reminded me that diabetes doesn’t control me; I control it. I’m no different from any normal person; I don’t see this as a disability. If anything, I’m actually glad that I’m part of the few that have diabetes.

    It has taught me to appreciate the value of time, because besides my family and myself, that’s all I’ve got. I’m not afraid to say no, because as Steve Jobs put it: you’re already naked, there’s no reason not to follow your heart. But I’m also not afraid to say yes, because if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what sort of things would you do today?

    Now, how does fencing play a part? It has helped me realise that in whatever you do, do not give up. Fight for what you want; that’s the only way you’re going to get it. In an épée bout, the 2 fencers always fight for the point, no matter how much the distance between them decreases, because the one who craves for the point more, is the one who will win it. Everyone has an equal chance, the question is: who will be the ones that realise they have one?

    I’m the épée fencer on the left, and I’m going to fight for what I want to live for; ‘till the very end. And so will you.
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