Broken jaw completely healed through prayer

Playing sports has always been very important in my life. In fact, for years sports were more important to me than anything else — until an experience I had during my senior year in high school.

It was the beginning of the baseball season, which in our state was also the beginning of summer. We had a new coach, who had a very different coaching style from my previous coach. He was much more demanding. Being new to the team, as one method of evaluating our talent, he polled the players to see where we ranked each other. My teammates ranked me as the best player. This was a nice honor; however, it also added pressure because I felt I needed to be a leader as well as an outstanding player. In addition, I had aspirations of playing at a higher level after high school.

It was still early in the season, and we had played poorly in our previous game. During our next practice, the coach was upset about our lackadaisical play, so he really started coming down on us. We were in the middle of a bunting drill, and we were not performing very well. The coach stopped practice and really ripped into us. On the next pitch, feeling that need to show some leadership on the field, I charged from my position at third base with extra zeal. The batter popped the ball into the air, and I dove headfirst right into the chest of the oncoming catcher.

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