Perfectly Normal

Told by Michael Biasini:

I would like to say that I was a “perfectly normal,” healthy baby, ready to take on the world. But instead, I was born with multiple deformities. My eyes were on the sides of my head, and I had holes where my nose was supposed to be. I had a club foot and was missing toes. Also, three of my fingers were missing. A cleft palate had an opening in my top lip and extended all the way to the right eye.

Unfortunately, even one leg was shorter than the other.

The hospital staff, I was told, thought I had too many problems to survive. The doctors, in fact, refused to show me to my parents and, incredulously, even gave my parents forms to sign to “give me up for science.”

I can only thank God that my parents had other plans for my life. I belonged to them and to God. They intended to love and accept me just as I was, despite acknowledging that it would be a long, hard road ahead.

When I began school, I was placed in a special-education classroom. Aside from being labeled a “special-ed” kid, I endured constant ridicule from other students who called me “stupid,” “ugly” and “retarded” because of my looks.

A milestone in fourth grade was the “miracle” that my parents and I had longed for. I was selected to undergo a surgery that would resculpt my entire face with bone grafts. The surgery was life-threatening and lasted ten hours. I survived this operation, my eighteenth, which really changed my life.

While I now faced a new chapter in my life from a physical perspective, I hadn’t seen the end of my trials. Within the next few years, my mother developed cancer and died, but not before instilling in me a sense of worth and the determination never to give up.

These words eventually impacted my life when I decided on a career. In fact, my father advised, “Mike, you would make a great special-ed teacher.” I knew what it was like to be a special-ed child.

I now teach in the same school district as my wife. My classroom is a kaleidoscope of children with special needs — emotional, physical and mental. I love to see my students’ smiling faces when they learn something new.

I’ve now gone through twenty-nine surgeries. While many have brought a lot of pain to my life, the fact that I have survived them all only seems to reiterate to me that God has a purpose for my life. I see my purpose being fulfilled one child at a time.

I may not have been a “perfectly normal” healthy baby, but thanks to God and to people like my mom. The motto she gave me will always be the motto I use in my own classroom: Never give up.

[This story is part of the collection of faith stories found at keys2heaven.com, a place where you can share your own journey of faith. Every month, the nationally-known piano duo, the O’Neill Brothers, pick one of the contributed stories and write an original piano composition to accompany it. The story of Michael Biasini is the story for September. The stories and music are available for a subscription, and the entire inspiring package will be wrapped up in a compilation CD and accompanying booklet in November, 2008. The music is also available as mp3 downloads.]

Greg Schlueter

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Greg Schlueter is an award-winning Catholic film producer, writer, speaker and movement leader committed to building up Catholic family through their nonprofit, Image Trinity. Find out more at http://ImageTrinity.com. Greg lives with his wife and six children in Erie, Pennsylvania.

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  • Claire

    What a beautiful story.

  • Warren Jewell

    O, dear God be praised.

    What a story to His glory.

    Even more than understanding special-ed kids – not to be diminished for vital importance – this soul understands the passionate suffering of the Cerucifix. He has followed Jesus right up onto his own cross, over and over.

    He simply must hear, in his passions, his and our crucified Master tell him: “My dear Michael, this day you shall be with Me in Paradise.”

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