Fall of 2018, my left ankle gave out, and I had to have it replaced, a process that took several months, during which time I was confined to using a knee scooter to get around. Every time I saw one of my athletes, the asked me if I would be able to walk again, and whether I would be able to coach any more. I assured them that I would, in both cases. I had the operation late winter of 2019, and began the recuperating process, which my doctor told me might take until the middle of summer, well into our softball season. The closer we got to the first practice, the more concerned my athletes became. Two days before our first practice, I had an appointment with my doctor to tell me how much longer it would before I could walk on my own. To my surprise, he said I could walk out of his office. When I walked onto the field for our first practice, I got a standing ovation from my athletes. Each time I had been to see my doctor, I noticed numerous framed jerseys signed by professional athletes hanging on the walls of his waiting room and hallways. I asked him during one visit if he would hang a jersey signed by my athletes, and he said he would. My athletes were thrilled with the idea, so I had them all sign a jersey and sent it to him with a copy of the enclosed photo and a note that thanked him for making it possible for me to continue coaching. At my next visit, I was disappointed that it was not hanging in either the waiting room. The disappointment turned to pleasure, however, when I saw it was the only jersey in his office. More so when he called all his staff up to meet me. When on of his nurses said, “So you’re the hero in that photo,” I cried.