Prior to becoming paralyzed in 1999 I was a solid hockey player. It came natural to me, and within my local hockey league I was one of the best. After being injured in 1999 I stayed away from hockey entirely. I just didn’t like the way I felt when watching my friends play. I kept my old hockey stick and a couple old pucks. I’d shoot around in my garage every once in a while. But again, it just didn’t feel the same. Years have passed. Every day I go in my shed to grab something I see my hockey sticks. I roll by in my wheelchair always pretending not to notice them. I know hockey sticks can’t talk, but I swear they always seem to silently taunt me. Since I can remember hockey had been my passion. Today, 13 years later my passion is on a shelf in the closet..
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