9 years ago today a hot-headed goalie shattered my right ankle while I was playing PSL co-ed soccer just because he didn’t like that I was wide-open at the top of the box. It took surgery, two metal screws, 7 staples, a several-month cast, and physical therapy to recover. My mom drove me to work every day until I could drive again. It took 3 years til I could wear heels again. It took more than 5 years to be able to run without stiffness or pain. But here I stand 9 years on and I am grateful — for the doctors, for my mom, for the ability to walk and run, and for the knowledge that the body can take a beating but as long as you press on you can get thru any adversity (…and the cool scar helps).