He wakes up to a million-dollar view, the waters of Lake Michigan
glistening in golden sunlight beyond his window. It is picture-perfect,
might as well be a postcard scene. But something in the idyllic freedom
of it all taunts Rene Douglas. It is freedom he has lost.
Two months ago, he walked through such sunlight to the jockeys' room at
Arlington Park, a full day of riding ahead. Hours later he was crushed
beneath his mount, a victim of the most tragic accident in the track's
82-year history. Now, in room 718 at the Rehabilitation Institute of
Chicago, he is facing the greatest challenge of his life.