Bob walked the entire LA Marathon on his hands. |
Is Pain the Mother of Invention?
In Febuary 27th, 1979, I faced a near death experience. My life as I knew it was over—I thought. The light at the end of the tunnel was there. I saw it. My athletic career, college scholarships and Olympic dreams dashed.
The near detachment and amputation of my left arm, left me wondering why I was alive and what I was meant to do? It was unclear to me at the time. The sadness and detachment I felt was overwhelming. All I could hear were the recurring words from the Medical team stating “though we reattached the arm, we are not sure if it will ever work again.”
In Febuary 27th, 1979, I faced a near death experience. My life as I knew it was over—I thought. The light at the end of the tunnel was there. I saw it. My athletic career, college scholarships and Olympic dreams dashed.
The near detachment and amputation of my left arm, left me wondering why I was alive and what I was meant to do? It was unclear to me at the time. The sadness and detachment I felt was overwhelming. All I could hear were the recurring words from the Medical team stating “though we reattached the arm, we are not sure if it will ever work again.”