Last night and the night before I saw the ice speed skating finals in Calgary, Canada.
I had to stay up till 1.30 Am to see the last ride on the 5 K between 2 Dutch skaters.
Sven Kramer and Carl Verheijen were the best on the distance. The first won the cup in a new World record.
It was worth for me to stay up all night only because of the record. Next week there will the World championships on several distances. Another weekend being late is not something I'll probably do. I'll see it on the breakfast news or in the evening.
Going to bed late isn't a healthy thing to do for me. I makes the day after a mess.
You see I need some structure in my life. You can say that it's the result of the accident I had when I was 14.
I was cycling to school when a car hit me in the back. I flew through the air and landed with my head on a stone. The result was a 3 weeks coma. In total I was hospitalized for 3 months. After that I had 2 months rehabilitation in a rehab center in Beesterzwaag (province of Friesland).
(So that's why I've been in a rehab and my dismissal 25 years ago, for your knowing Ocean)
This is also the relation suggested in the title
In those days I had a very strange feeling. A spiritual feeling. I saw something, I felt something and I spoke with someone in my mind. I didn't have to worry. If I wanted I could walk over water, even if I couldn't walk. Everything would work out fine.
When I got compliments that my recovery goes well I said that it just happens. It was like being in a roller-coaster, but in fact it was only going up, up and up. Getting stronger I felt the anger inside.
In no-time I was back on track on the same school which I didn't get to on the day of the accident.
On March 1 1982 I started on a lower level. I was thrown back 1 year.
Somewhere in april I broke down when I cycled back home from school. I don't know how I got home, cycling 20 K. But when I got there I slept for days. When I woke up my parents arranged a new school in the village we lived in. No more cycling.
