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There exists a relationship between poor balance, traumatic brain injury (TBI), and depression. Half of all people with TBI suffer from anxiety as a consequence. In fact, half of people with TBI suffer from depression for a year following the injury, and nearly two-thirds still suffer from it after seven years. Rebooting the neural system through balance training has an extraordinary effect on these negative mental states. After a series of balance challenges, the trainee’s disposition changes internally, but outwardly, there are clear indications of psychological improvement visible in body language, facial expression, color, and energy.
Balance Is Power
Jim Klopman and Janet Miller
While most observers focus on his “genius” when it came to figuring out how a football team gains ground and scores touchdowns, few understand the complex psychological make-up of this remarkable man, whose need to prove himself, while almost self-destructive, was the fuel in the engine that helped catapult him to the top. I’ve come to understand that, in some ways, my father’s life was almost Shakespearean, because what got him to the top professionally was his downfall personally; in spite of his incomparable achievements, he had trouble ever feeling fulfilled on a continuing basis. While he learned from each loss and every win, my dad increasingly took something away from a defeat that he couldn’t shake. Driven by a desire to gain the stamp of approval from his peers (but not necessarily the public), he was consumed by work and winning, increasingly haunted by losing. When you achieve what he achieved, the inability or unwillingness to grant yourself happiness and satisfaction is perhaps tragic. By the sixth and seventh year of his decade as head coach with the 49ers, he was showing the price being paid emotionally. After a home game I would sometimes stop by and join him for a Jacuzzi in the backyard of his house on Valparaiso Street in Menlo Park, California. Although by then he had won Super Bowl XVI and was on his way to more championships, his mind-set was not what you’d expect. Late at night, we would sit there in that hot tub, father and son. If the 49ers had won their game that afternoon at Candlestick Park, he would have a sort of blank look on his face; if they had lost the game that afternoon, he’d have the same blank look. I kidded him about it once. He said ruefully, “This is what happens to a man, Craig.” He wasn’t talking about fatigue from that day’s work. I felt bad for him.
The Score Takes Care of Itself
Bill Walsh, Steve Jamison, Craig Walsh
All my original stockholders got back $20 for every dollar they had invested. For one minute, I held a check for $1,000,000 in my hands, made out in my name, the end product of the $1 I had started out with in Milwaukee. That million dwindled fast. To begin with, the tax bite took 25 percent of the profits off the top. In addition to turning over half of what was left to Eleanor, I also bought the ranch, which was in her name, from her. Add it all up—or, more to the point, subtract—and you can see