The Ghost in the Wheelchair

Summary

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?"