A panther has stalked me, I crowd-surfed in a wheelchair, jumped out of a perfectly good airplane and won a gold medal. I hit tennis balls with royalty, won eight US Opens and been face-to-face with Hollywood starlets. I received the Paralympic flame from the Prime Minister, finished the year world number one six times and appeared on a postage stamp with great hair. I was also inducted into the biggest Hall of Fames tennis has to offer. These are things I never could have imagined as a sixteen-year-old when the surgeon walked in to that hospital room and said, “Unfortunately we’re going to have to amputate.” Despair can be lonely, but beyond it the sweetest things are the ones you don’t even know of yet, but only if you’re willing to find them.