Twisted SisterThere’s been a long-running dispute among literary types about which two words in the English language sound most beautiful together. I confess I actually started enjoying my MRIs, aside from the fact I’m convinced they sprinkle the tube with itching powder. That there’s a big abacus up in the sky where you can cash in your credits if you need to? But then she asked about my injury history going all the way back to childhood, which no one else had. Now that I’m on this new path, I’ve landed on perhaps the two most important words of all: Thank you.