As I sat in my wheelchair outside the locker room, still flush with joy and excitement over the win, I noticed something weird was happening. Whenever I looked up, a photographer was aiming his or her lens at me and snapping away. A few reporters came up to me and asked me questions. A television reporter did the same with his camera crew. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that if this was back in the 1950s, I would have had to stay pretty much out of sight, because sisters weren’t supposed to have their pictures taken. In 2018, however, I didn’t have such restrictions, so I was free
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