A car crash, people screaming, a baby crying and there I was, lying on the floor, a fire fighter trying to save my life. This is such a strange thing: death. I can't really remember what happened at that very moment but one thing is for sure, I didn't feel any pain. No more muscles aching, no more heart broken, no more feelings, just plenitude. But it wouldn't last for long. I woke up in a hospital bed and much recovery work was ahead of me.

For several weeks, i couldn't move, I couldn't eat by myself and I couldn't bear to be so Dependant on others. My body wasn't working but my brain couldn't stop thinking about what happened what I became. I was alone in the car when I crashed, no one else was hurt and I felt alone in this body which became a jail. And as I felt that life had no meaning anymore, that I should slip away unless something wonderful or a miracle happens, darkness felt as I heard the doctor say 'You will never walk ever again'.

It isn't true there is no second chance for people like me, there is no light, nothing that worth the effort of defying life when it is just there, looking at you, waiting for the right moment to take your soul away. But one night would change my life forever.

I was looking at the ceiling, this white boring and unfamiliar hospital ceiling. I was watching at my life like on a cinema screen. I saw my friends, my first girlfriends, my first car. I saw my wedding, our first dance as a married couple, I saw her eyes. And then my son's birth and the challenges of being a dad. I saw them leaving me for another city, another life. And when I was about to give up everything for a sweet and sour endless night, I felt someone, observing me.

'What are you looking at?' asked a very young voice 'did you spit some yogurt on the ceiling?' I didn't know who was that little boy. His head was shaved and he was wearing hospital jamies. 'It happened to me once, I had some strawberry yogurt and It was nice, it was very nice. But I couldn't use my spoon very well and it jumped out of my hands, spitting yogurt on the ceiling. It was kinda funny.' He smiled broadly to this thought and I couldn't speak, I was just listening.
'What's your name?' Did he ask.
'I am Paul, and you?'
'Ooooooo! My name is Paul too! Why are you here?'
'I had a car accident.'
'Will you get better?'
'Yes, the doctors said that I'll be fine but I can't walk anymore.'
'Oh, but that's OK, you can still go to watch some baseball game can you?'
'Well... yes,

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