My New Book — The Art of Being Pleasantly Persistent
For a long time, I genuinely believed I had mastered patience.
After a spinal cord injury, seven years of surgeries, and more waiting rooms than I can count, patience didn’t feel optional — it felt baked in. Healing moved at its own pace. Bodies don’t care about calendars. Progress showed up in inches, not milestones. If patience were a class, I figured I’d already passed with honors.
Turns out… there was a sequel.
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