Danny Jacobs knows what it’s like looking over the edge. He doesn’t like to think back to those days when everything around him seemed to be collapsing. Back to looking up through teary eyes from a hospital gurney barely able to recognize a familiar face, to when he had to use a cane, then crutches, then pinioned to a wheelchair, to when he was forced to drag himself on his hands to open a door because of cancer.
Back to when he stared at his own mortality and his future in boxing with the prospect of never fighting again.