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The demented soul who was my physical therapist laughed and high-fived me the first time I burst into tears when I was rehabbing my knee.
"Progress!" she shouted as she danced around me.
"You're sick," I said.
"And you're getting better" She knelt in front of me.
"Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger. Cry all you want, but you're going to bend that knee five more times.

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