(Kelly Mcdonald JR) “See now that I myself am he! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to life, I have wounded and I will heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand.” (Deut. 32:39) “Wounds from a friend can be trusted, but an enemy multiplies kisses.” (Prov. 27:6) I grew up playing baseball. In fact, I think I started around the age of 5. It was something I always enjoyed and loved to do. I can honestly admit that I never hit very well, but I did have a good arm. If I was going to make anything out of playing baseball, then my arm would be my ticket. But God had other plans.

Starting in the 10th grade, I began to have some strange, but significant injuries. I strained a few muscles that year. In the 11th grade, I pulled my hip muscle. In 12th grade, I strained my ulnar collateral ligament (UCL). That’s one of the ligaments in your elbow. I strained it so badly that I could not turn a door knob for two months. Then I went to Junior College where things got worse. I red-shirted my 1st year. However, the summer before my 2nd year began, I broke my right foot. Stupidly enough, I played 6 innings on it. The devastating thing about this injury is that I pitched probably better that summer than at any time in my life. My third year in JUCO, I tore some knee cartilage running in the outfield. Further, I developed bursitis. The pain was unbearable. I wore a knee brace and still had some functionality, but I decided to throw in the towel. Baseball just wasn’t for me. I didn’t seek much medical attention for this final injury. I quite frankly was tired of X-rays, MRIs, rehab, etc. CONTINUE