Joy for the rest of your life
Language: en
On the day I snagged the International Violin Gold, a five-year-old video of mine mysteriously resurfaced. In the clip, torrential rain lashed down. I was kneeling beside a man, covered in blood, lying on the ground. I screamed, my voice raw, begging for help, my face a mask of terror and despair. That very night, Adrian, who hadn't contacted me in the five years since we broke up, called. His voice, raw with disbelief and a painful uncertainty, cracked: "You... you actually cared about me? Why, for all these years, did I never know?" 1 I discovered the five-year-old video had been…