i met a hockey buddy of mine in the city. three months ago he fell with his bike, well he crashed it, right into a whole and got kicked ooff it. his back was broken in a way that the smallest move would have tied him to the wheelchair for the rest of his life, being able to move nothing but his head. three months later, he is nearly back in business. hockey is well – out of question for no but he’s made the comeback in his life and marked a day for a second birthday. “it was that close”, he told me leaving only a small distance between his thumb and his index finger, “and my life wouldn’t have been life anymore”. he dodged this bullet big time and celebrates a second birthday. it can be over so quick.
i believe.