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About two years ago, I was skiing in Pennsylvania with my family. I was a total novice and had borrowed all my equipment, but I made it through most of the morning without incident. The ski hill we were visiting was not known for great powder, and where an easier run met a more advanced run, I wiped out on a patch of ice. I wasn't going very fast, but I was starting to get fatigued so my swoosh turned into a stick and tumble. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I tore the ACL, MCL, and meniscus of my right knee. Adrenaline shot through my body; I tried to use ice to numb the pain, but to little avail. My sister and my sister–in–law waited with me until ...CONTINUE READING
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