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| A phone call |
A few weeks ago, a good friend of mine, whom I respect in many aspects, crushed badly into a tree, when he was skiing.
He was skiing so fast that the impact could have been fatal.
He was diagnosed one burst eye ball, a compound facial bone fracture,
and a smashed wrist bones. Luckily his brain was not damaged. Even though
his Doctors had to cut his throat out to get his wind pipe to breathe.
It was a major injury that anyone can imagine.
In 1985, I had the same kind of injury. I was diagnosed one burst eye ball, and a compound skull fracture.
It took me so long to get back on my skies. The accident finally made me retire from competing Freestyle skiing.
This morning I had a phone call.
When I look at the phone, it showed my injured friend's number. I naturally
thought that his wife phoned me. And she was going to tell me how he is
doing in his intensive care room.
To my surprise, my friend's deep voice rang out. He was a little slow,
but steady.
First of all, he apologized me of the worries he caused. Then he asked
me if he could come back on his feet, and if he could ski moguls again.
Looking back my experience, I could not hope for that kind of bright future
in that my early hospital time. I felt like, at the time, I completely
lost my life.
In my mind, comparing to my time, it was so touching to hear what he was
telling me.
He was worrying about me, and worrying about how long he needs to materialize
his comeback.
What strength !
I was so close to crying.
I truly wish his fast recovery, and wish the day we can ski together again. |
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