I’m 23 years old and I’m from Madrid, Spain.
All my life, from I was a kid I have been very passionate about sports.
I was always a regular guy with an amazing family, good friends, a regular student
Until that fateful day…
I was 17 years at that moment, I was a teenager in the middle of my growth.
I left school and I was on my way to home by my motorbike, when a car suddenly
ran over me, committing a grave traffic violation, which almost costs my life.
That day must have been horrible for people who were around myself, my family,
my friends, my teachers, my colleagues.
I don’t want to think how painful must be for a mother receiving that phone call.
My friends and teachers ran to the accident’s place, they all were next to me until the ambulance arrived.
I have some memories from that afternoon… but what I remember exactly is the next day,
when I woke up in the hospital. It is something I will never forget.
I thought everything had been a dream, but I realized little by little what was going on, I saw beds around myself with people who didn’t seem to be fine, and I looked at myself and everything was cables and a sheet which covered all my body.
I didn’t notice my legs, so I started to touch them in order to know what happened to them and that moment
was when I uncovered my right leg wasn’t fine, It was too big and I couldn’t move it.
I was anxious and called a nurse, who explained what had happened sadly to me…
At that moment, I let my body fall on the bed realizing that everything haven’t been a dream. It was the reality…
Those days were very long in the hospital, those were full of pain, sad faces, insomnia…
They explained slowly the gravity of the injuries to me. An open fracture of femur wasn’t easy to recover.
The remaining injuries didn’t exist for me by looking at my hurt leg. I had fractures of jaw, elbow, knee and hip…
Who could sleep those days thinking that you weren’t going to be the same person than before?
It was a hard and unexpected situation for an immature 17-years guy.