Lucky for me, the surgery did work. They took the floating pieces of bone, mashed them up and basically made a little sandwich with what remained of my upper and lower tibia (front shin bone).
To fast forward a bit, rehab was long and difficult for me at that age, but in less than a year I was back on the baseball field, playing the game I loved.
I finished my career having played in 3 world series tournaments at all different levels, which is almost unheard of. I played my final game competing for the National Championship, losing in the late innings to an improbable comeback.
Looking back, there are so many variables that could have been different, and would have made Dec. 17th, 1986 my last day on Earth. But it happened exactly as it was meant to happen, and I thank God everyday for the lessons I learned.
I guess I wasn’t quite done yet.
That accident truly was the most positive experience of my childhood because for the first time in my life, I looked at the world through a mortal set of lenses. I learned that no matter who you are, what you look like or where you are in life…