He wrapped one of his strong arms around me and rested his face against the back of my head. I could feel his warm, steady breaths on my neck, and I s...ghed contentedly. I laid my hand over his, intertwining our fingers. We laid together in silence, and soon I drifted off to sleep. Sometime in the middle of the flight, I felt him moving behind me and I opened my eyes, taking in the darkness around me. His mouth moved closer to my ear. “I want you so bad right now,” he breathed, his voice laced. He throws a shot at me which nearly makes contact with my jaw but I block. "RICK!" I call to him and he doesn't even pause. He just keeps coming at me, throwing punches. I block some of his shots. I block a shot to the face but get hit in the ribs. I fall to my knees in pain and Rick kicks me on my back. He sits on me and puts his hands on my throat squeezing. He looks at me completely blankly while he tries to strangle me to death. I'm trying to pull his hands off me. My vision is going. "She did let me take a quick shower and put on clean clothes before she herded me into the truck and we headed for the hospital. I thought for sure we were going to get a ticket, but we didn't see a cop the whole way. She for darn sure blew the cobwebs out of that motor. I was more scared of the ride than what was happening to my leg."I thought the emergency room doctor would give me a shot, have a nurse rebandage the wound, and send me home – wrong. To make a long story short, I spent ten days. I had the wind knocked out of me so I had to lay on the ground for just a bit.’ The reporter said, ‘It was one of the greatest catches I’ve ever witnessed.’ The reporter then said, ‘Tell us what was said during the time out in the third quarter when it appeared you were going to be taken out of the game.’ Tom answered, ‘Coach was upset with my play—I had never dropped so many passes all season. I was just too tense and couldn’t concentrate. Coach wanted to take me out for a while and let me.