When I was a child, my parents divorced, and my dad moved from Twin Falls, Idaho to Boise, Idaho. I think that I have travelled back and forth at least 500 times….maybe 1,000 times. A very small town called King Hill was about the midpoint. King Hill was called “King Hill” I assume because there is a large plateau that resembles a crown. Maybe that was just my analysis. But, I always assumed that town was called King Hill because of the prominent plateau. The concept of a therapy plateau was always a consideration. Even when I was in the hospital, the doctors and therapists cautioned me about that. At that point, I wondered about they were talking about. To have a plateau, it seems that you needed to start before you could plateau. I thought a lot about King Hill because, in my head, I was so concerned that I was going to plateau. That desert plateau represented my journey. One of my favorite books is “ The Myth of Sisyphus.” W...
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