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Kristina Groves

After the community feast in Sheshegwaning First Nation, as we were preparing to drive back to Sudbury, one of the girls I met asked me if I was ever coming back. I replied that yes, maybe one day I would make it back there for another visit. Still unsure of my impact, I asked the girl why she wanted me to come back. And she said, "Because nobody ever comes here."
I don't claim for one minute to understand the weight of expectation that now sits heavily on Sidney Crosby's shoulders. I can however empathize with everyone else who has ever been through a concussion that the lingering risk is not something easily forgotten.
Continuing to compete wouldn't be fair to those who support me or to my coaches and teammates or, most importantly, to myself. It took a healthy dose of brutal honesty for me to admit that no matter how I slice it, I always come back to the same thing: it is quite simply, sadly, happily, the end.