“I overreacted and handled it badly.” “Maybe so,” I offered, my voice little more than a whisper. “But I didn’t know what playing rugby meant to you then.” “And now you do?” he asked, voice low, tone gruff. “Now you think you get it?” “No, not really.” I chewed on my lip before adding, “But I understand fear, which makes it easier for me to understand why you would feel the need to play through the pain.”
