There are many moments in life that I look back upon and I don't realize their significance until later. When I hurt my shoulder last year pitching and was referred to physical therapy, I was not looking forward to waking up an extra hour earlier to go to a place that I had been to five years before. When I was nine years old I was diagnosed with a collapsed vertebra in my neck that turned out to be a rare form of cancer called Histiocytosis. I had to wear a cervical collar for a year and the only form of exercise I was allowed to do was in this bright, open atrium called the physical therapy department at Cole Memorial Hospital. I didn't like it then and I didn't think I was going to like it as a fourteen year old.
My suspicions were confirmed
My suspicions were confirmed