serious jeopardy.Tears flooded my eyes. My first reaction, honestly, was to find the nearest restroom stall. I actually started walking there so no one would see me cry, but I didn’t make it.
I stopped myself in the hallway, a few yards short of the restroom, and let it out right then and there—crying, bawling—in front of my teammates and the coaching staff of the Chicago Bears.Here I was, for them all to see.
You might be surprised to hear that I wasn’t judged. I wasn’t condemned. I was loved. They sat with me. They mourned with me.
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