Tiger Shark Throwdown (Shark Week)
Growing up in Hawaii, I never imagined it would be possible to fear an inanimate object, or to fear losing or damaging that object. Fifteen years ago I lost my leg to a tiger shark. Surprisingly, that was the easy part. The dependence on a prosthetic leg, fashioned from molded plastic, metal bolts, and a rubber foot: That was a different animal. I am blessed to still walk, but that same prosthetic has filled me with more fear than a shark ever could.