I love sports, whether it’s football, soccer, hockey, rugby, basketball, crossfit or any other sort of physical activity. When I was younger I did karate, then I switched to soccer and finally found joy in basketball. I’ve never been the strongest guy or even the best guy on the team, yet I’ve always been ready to leave my energy and soul on the field. I was always very excited about my team’s weekend match-ups and gave my team mates all the support I could, whether on the court or from the bench.
However, on October 5th 2014, things went upside down pretty quickly.
My girlfriend Kristine had to take a plane leaving from Brussels Airport in order to get back home to Cary, North Carolina USA. I drove there and back from Luxembourg to drop her off and say goodbye at passport control. That night, I decided to go play some basketball to take my mind off of the fact that I wasn’t gonna see my significant-other for a few weeks and because it was going to be one of my last times playing ball in Europe before leaving for college in North Carolina in early November.
I don’t really remember what happened when I hit the ground. I think my brain erased any trace of that gruesome noise I heard and pain I felt in my knee when I came back down from my jump, even though I get flashes from it every now and then (which I think might be referred to as PTSD.)
If I had to put the noise into letters it would be a sort of “krrrrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhg” kind of thing.
I couldn’t really feel my knee anymore and stretching it was out of the question.
The only thing that went through my mind as I was lying on the floor was:
“Why did I do this? Why did I jump? How did I do that? God I’m so stupid. Why now? Why did I do that? That was so dumb. F*** F*** F***.”
I could see my dream of going to the United States blow up in smoke.
I thought: “Well there goes sports. Guess snowboarding’s over with too. I guess I’ll only be walking for the rest of my life.” You never know how valuable something is, let alone one of your limbs, until it’s gone or in my case, not working anymore.
Sometimes people wish for something to happen to them so that they can feel alive again, so that they can start realizing how lucky they are to be on this planet and so that they can finally start living their lives to the fullest. But you shouldn’t wait because that moment will most certainly come with a lot of pain and anger and fear.
What you should do is be thankful for every additional day you get on earth,
for every day is a new one for you to start living again.
A day to change something, to help someone, to love someone.
To be continued…