“It All Started with a Fastball to the Face…”
I suppose I should start from the beginning… not metaphorically, but literally. When I was just a few months old, my parents took me to one of their rec league softball games. Nothing fancy, just a casual game, a warm summer day, and a few overconfident adults pretending to be Ken Griffey Jr.
During warm-ups, the shortstop decided to show off his cannon of an arm and rifled the ball toward first base. The throw was absolutely launched. It completely missed the first baseman and rocketed straight into the crowd… right into my tiny, unsuspecting baby head. My dad was holding me at the time, and had a front-row seat to what I can only imagine was a horrifying slow-motion moment for every parent in the bleachers.
Panic erupted. I was rushed to the nearest fire station, and from there, taken straight to the hospital where they discovered my skull had been fractured… in eight places. EIGHT. I had just learned how to hold my own head up, and now my skull looked like a jigsaw puzzle.
Miraculously, I survived. But that brush with fate became the unexpected prologue to a life of resilience, reinvention, and unexpected left turns.