The first miracle was surviving the car wreck that almost cost him his leg. After that, it was getting upright at all, escaping a bed set up in his house.
“For the next three months,” Tiger Woods said, “I never left that hospital bed even to see my living room … So that was a tough road.”
He eventually could hobble about, then ditch the crutches, then walk with pain and finally some measure of peace. Light golf returned and then a more serious version. He could play with his son Charlie. He could get around a course with some friends.