There’s no practical value in leaping to unlikely conclusions, whether you’re talking about a fantastically unlikely good thing—-such as a little girl with a dollar-and-a-half tennis racket achieving a Grand Slam—-or an extremely unlikely bad thing—-such as a back spasm turning out to be ovarian cancer. In order to keep the chess board moving and for the sake of our own sanity, when we hear hoofbeats, we think horses. It’s reasonable to think horses. It’s comforting to think horses. But it’s sadly self-limiting—and occasionally dangerous—to pretend zebras don’t exist.Perhaps, the legacy of Little Mo is the ability to keep both feet firmly on the asphalt while maintaining an unquestioning belief in the extraordinary.
Read about Maureen Connolly's valiant fight for her life and why she means so much to me personally in Promise Me.
