I suppose I should start from the very beginning…
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When I was just a few months old, my parents took me to one of their rec-league softball games. During warm-ups, the shortstop rifled a baseball towards the first baseman. That ball wildly sailed over the first baseman’s head and into the crowd sitting in the bleachers. There, I was being held my dad, and the baseball struck me squarely in the head. Panic ensued, and I was quick rushed to a nearby fire station, but the damage was too severe so I was immediately taken to the hospital. There, it was determined that my skull had been fracture in 8 places.
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I was lucky to be alive.Â
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But life didn’t get much easier.Â
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I grew up in the small town of Sumner, WA and spent the majority of my childhood living in a small trailer park in a single-wide mobile home.