Molly came over to say hi and see how I was doing. We were teammates at Loyola Academy and I have almost a mirrored picture of this back from our high school days. Although that was over 6 years ago, it feels like we didn't skip a beat. We walked around the neighborhood, Julie attempted to drive Molly's chair (quite comical), and we had a delicious dinner--catching up with each other on the last few years.
Molly was paralyzed her freshman year of high school, but in my opinion, she hasn't looked back since. She lives with this vibrance and energy that is infectious. Just the other day I texted her about the kool aid concotion they make you drink before going in for CT scans. I hadn't tried it yet and I was weary of drinking that much liquid with how senstive my stomach had been. She filled me in and gave me some much needed tips and tricks. Although I can't even come close to understanding what she has been through, to me it feels like we have this new shared understanding of what it means to FIGHT with every bone in your body. I look up to her incredibly positive outlook on life and I hope that I go through this journey with as much strength and humility as she has in hers.