Knee Aches and The Art Of Letting Go

In 1995, my right leg was rolled over by my family’s mini-van in our driveway. It happened when I bent under the van, stretched myself between the tires to retrieve a ball. Unconscious of my 72-lb body below, my father hopped into the driver’s side and began to slowly back up. I shrieked from my belly. Someone pulled me from under immediately. My leg wa…