\n"In 1989 I was walking my dog on a military base in Augusta, Ga. One of us stepped on something. An explosion hit my legs, chest and left hand. I lost both legs and part of two fingers. A few years later, I tried golf. I was hooked.
\n"It was hard to feel normal after the accident, and here was a sport I could play! A teaching pro believed in me more than I did and encouraged me to try to become certified. Going back to school at age 45 was harder than any physical challenge, but six years later I was the first double-amputee to become a PGA pro.
\n"I've learned that we don't get where we're going alone. I visit Walter Reed Medical Center. Those guys need to see someone who's been in that bed before, and I'm proof that you can make a life doing what you love, no matter your circumstances.
\n"I say, 'Know your limitations, but never give up.' It's reality. There are things I can't do. I can't ride a bike. But I can give you a golf lesson."