Saturday, September 22, 2007

Jack got hit hard in the clavicle - that is part of your body below your neck - trying to catch a fly ball at his game last weekend.

The ball really nailed him because it was coming fast and Jack was charging in to catch it.

For a moment I thought it hit him in the face, and I was scared. I truly thought he was going to crumple and lay on the ground in agony and I'd carry him off. Instead he just waved everyone off and kept playing. I haven't seen that kind of toughness, well, since you.

You were unstoppable and I really thought unbeatable too. No matter what they threw at you, chemo, radiation, transplant, transfusions, heart surgery, whatever, you were up and climbing or hitting or kicking or catching or playing as soon as possible.

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