The Ghost in the Wheelchair
Language: en
To save my son who had run into the middle of the street, I took the hit from a truck that shattered my spine. In an instant, an international soccer star became a prisoner confined to a chair. I tore up all my jerseys and smashed every medal against the wall. My son hugged my wheelchair, sobbing: "It's my fault, Dad." "Dad, you can hit me or yell at me, just please don't be like this, okay?" I tried to slit my wrists with scissors, but my wife held me down firmly: "If you leave, what will happen to me and our son?" Later, my son brought me water and fed me every day. After school,…