For three years I had question marks in my head.  It wasn’t until March of 2013, on Good Friday,  that Dr. Ellis of The Ohio State University diagnosed the problem I had.  A condition called Femeroacetabular Impingement, or FAI.  I was told that the chance of playing competitive sports again was very slim.  I was told that the life I had been so accustomed to living was about to change.  How is a 17 year old supposed to handle that news?  I couldn’t take it.  Right after I went to that appointment, the first thing I did was go to the gym.  I didn’t shoot.  I just sat there.  I sat there thinking.  Remembering all my great memories from sports.  I didn’t know what else to do.  School was out of the picture right now.  I wasn’t going to go back that day.  Too much news had been thrown on me.  My parents had gone back to work.  My friends and siblings were at school.  There was no one to talk to.  So I lay thinking, then thought some more.  I don’t even think I thought about anything in particular, just random stuff.  I just looked up and stared at the ceiling.  The only advice I got that day was from my dad when he finally got home.  He said,  “Danny, this doesn’t change a thing.  You’ve known something has been wrong with you and this just gives you closure.  You can keep dealing with the same things you’ve been dealing with for three years.  It’s a question  now of where we go from here.  That’s all.”