
Amazon.com describes the book this way: "Byrd, a defensive lineman for the New York Jets, was paralyzed from the neck down in a collision during a game in November 1992. This book provides a full autobiographical treatment of the 27-year-old Byrd, but its essence is a graphic, arresting description of the physical and emotional devastation he experienced from the moment of impact to the present time. The strenuous work undertaken during his recovery is detailed, as are Byrd's spiritual reflections. In a matter of months, Byrd defied all predictions and reasonable hopes and began walking again. He relates the role played by his wife, family, friends, doctors, therapists, and the general public; a combination of "medicine and miracles, of divine love and human faith and, yes, of endless hours of sweat, and pain and tears."
Do not get me wrong, the book had a great message. It just is not the type of book that I normally read i.e. it is not chick lit or a business novel. I guess it is good to expand my horizons, but couldn't Jackson have at least remembered a little something? Sigh.
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