I was the child with brittle bones who refused to listen when my parents advised me not to play contact sports.
My parents tried to ban me from playing sports. I just went a little further away from home to find a game of street hockey or flag football.
Eventually my parents figured it was better to give their permission. That way when I broke something, I was close by. By the time I turned 15 I had broken at least 15 limbs. It might have been more. I stopped counting.
In my mid teens I came to accept that I could no longer play the sports I loved. I didn’t like it but by then everyone else had gotten so much bigger and stronger. It was no longer a question of would I break a bone, it was a question of how many bones I would break.
That was a long time ago. I try not to think about all those broken bones, but some days it’s not easy. Turns out broken bones and osteoarthritis are regular companions later in life. The truth is pain has been a constant companion of mine for many years now. Today I want to share with you three things that broken bones and chronic pain have taught me about Mindset.
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