the Mayo clinic and at the several visits, I'll never forget, this was when
reality set in.
It was me, my mother, my father in the room, and the doctors came in.
They said, inky Johnson, here's the deal. It says something, we hate to
tell you what your arm, it will never be the same again. Your hand and
will never be the same again, son. You can never play that game of
football again. It says, son, here are your surgery options.
We can take a muscle out of the back of your left leg, plug it into your
right arm, but there's a possibility that you'll be left with the weak left
leg and a week right on the rest of your life. Or we can take a nerve out
of your left arm, rerouted up your chest, down into your right arm, but
there's a possibility that you would be left.
We're too weak arms the rest of your life, or we can take a nobody. You
left rim. We routed up through your chest, down into your right arm, but
there's a possibility that you be left with a breathing problem and a week
right on the rest of your life. By the way, tell us what you want to do in
the morning and the next morning I walked into the doctor's office.
They said, so what option did you choose? I said, no disrespect to you,
doc. I'm not choosing an option. My situation is out of your hand. I said,
no disrespect to you, doc. Cut me where you got to cut me. I said, I
know I will come out of this situation. Okay. As I stand right here on the
stage before you today, they cut me six times down my left doc.
They cut me two times across my right rib. They caught cut me two
times across my right Peck. They cut me one time, of course, the left
side of my neck one time, of course, the right side of my neck. They cut
me from the bottom of my armpit all the way down to the bottom of my