Scripps Hospital was where Mother Theresa went when she needed help. Now, I was going there. I suddenly began to perk up, and have true hope in this battle. In the back of my mind, though, I questioned if the surgical procedure would work.

            Just as a reminder, the seizures continued. And the time of departing was nearing. Needless to say, I was getting a little more scared every day.

            Little did I know that I was about to begin a journey that would literally change my whole life.

            A racing enthusiast, I was about to leave my life in the pits and head for Victory Circle. They were taking down the yellow flags of my life and pulling out the checkered flag. I was being pushed from the pits, and I had my foot to the throttle.

            There was a victory at the end of this series of hic-ups. I began to pick up stamina, something I had never experienced before.

            “Get after it,” I thought. “Don’t give up now, I thought.”

              I had too many people in my corner, too many teammates on my pit crew.

            There was hope and I would find the answer to all of this. I just needed the team, the people to encourage me to win this war.

            Racecar drivers like Richard Petty never won a race without their pit crew. Golfers count on their caddies for guidance. They have confidence and for good reason.