This is kind of a tear jerker for me...I would call this my second/third home (in competition with Stony Brook). As many of you know, table tennis has been a big part of my life and this is where I started and this is where I trained. For 7 or 8 years I've been playing here and to watch it all go away...Man it sucks. It seems as if lately everything has just been leaving me. Friends of old, things I love, my past...As the great author C.S. Lewis once said:

“We're not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be”

I know there is a light on the other side of this tunnel and for whatever reason things are going the way they are, I know that these wounds in my heart are healing...I just need to remember not to pull off the scabs