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I have been thinking about Wade, a guy who plays ball with us occasionally. He announced to the group that yesterday marked his retirement from sports. He is about to have surgery on his retina and will be restricted from contact sports, for pretty much forever, due to the risk of it detaching.
He's a young guy, maybe 21-22. And all I can think is how harsh that is. Not only can he not play, but it has to be a conscious decision, a choice that I would always war with myself over. For the rest of his life, he has to force himself to not participate in any vigorous activity. That's awful.
And I was mourning the next few weeks.
Saturday, April 06, 2002
It's not word, but it's a state of mind.
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