Going Pro: A Memoir of Too Many Comebacks
When Mary Lou Retton vaulted her way onto my breakfast table in 1984, I knew I wanted to win an Olympic gold medal. It never occurred to my eight-year-old brain that a disfigured arm might make that...impossible. But, eventually, spurred by a comment from a well-intentioned friend, I was forced to confront the reality of my Olympic aspirations. How could a funny-armed swimmer ever compete? It would be years before fate - or rather, insomnia - intervened.