Most skiers have time off the mountain.
Whether its injuries, bad conditions or other commitments.
Now most of us are missing one of the best times of the year: Spring skiing!
The joy of skiing mixed with warmer weather and longer days.
I live in Chamonix, France.
In November 2010, I was between seasons and I happened to be in London.
A good friend of mine invited me to a party.
The plastic broke and I fell 26ft through it onto the cobbled street below.
When I woke up from a six-week-coma I could only really open my eyes and look around me.
My left side was paralyzed, I couldn’t even sit up and I couldn’t talk.
In my head, my thoughts and stuff hadn’t changed, but my vocal cords didn’t work.
I had got myself a Traumatic Brain Injury (which I thought was called a catastrophic brain injury!)
So, I, genuinely, didnt know why they wouldnt let me ski.
I couldnt sit up in bed without help, so they (Doctors, nurses, everyone.)
definitely had pretty sound reasoning.
I was in hospital, in England, for more than seven months.
I was in a neuro-rehab center where most of the other patients had suffered strokes.
I was 23 and the next youngest person was in his mid-forties.
I watched those movies and wanted so badly to be where they were.
Thats the beauty of not being allowed to ski, in my head I pretty much was Candide!
Hopefully, doctors and scientists will get a handle on this pandemic, without too many more fatalities.
Maybe watch a few old movies, think about tricks youve almost got or tricks you want to try.
I know I will, and this is the 2nd time this has happened to me.
