That’s not really my name. “Nifty” is just short for NF1…and it kinda describes me. Let me tell ya about myself.
Some Nifties see this tag as a drag … or the bumps as dumps … Not me! Things ‘er gonna happen ’cause I’m a Nifty. And I mean that with a capital “N.” The label will enable!
It’s not only what I got or what I am. It’s also what I ain’t. I mean it’s nifty not to have diabetes and not to be overweight. I mean sugar is a booger and extra pounds are out-a bounds. Do ya get it? And if that’s good for me – we’ll make it good for you, too. Heck – I mean for everybody!
I mean, like …. see these bumps? When we know how they come about, golly dang, it’ll do us both good. I mean really … really … when you get right down to it, there’s ways I’m kind’a glad I got these bumps … and these spots. There’s some other stuff too, but that’s for later.
The other day, I was really in a pickle. I was tryn’ to decide … was it just a trickle … or some kind of ragin’ river? Anyway … the ideas just keep flowing.
Am I boring you? Or do ya wanna know about bein’ a Nifty?
There is a bunch of us … you know … like about 100,000 in the U.S. of A. And – if can you believe it – about 2 million of us gracing Mother Earth in the big picture. That’s gotta mean something’ … right?
Some people think I’m impatient about this stuff. But, it’s not true – I’m just in a hurry. I wanna make a blast real’ fast. Now! Not later.