http://thethrillsociety.com is your link to Thrilling Stuff! This article is just a taste!
Special thank you to U.K. athlete, photographer and beautiful person Klare Wolf for allowing us to take this journey with her!
Klare is writing this story, with much prodding by myself and with great apprehension; always consternation and I dare say moments of dread. You will learn that she is not talking about moments long past, these are not scars well healed by time, she is living the story she tells daily, while she is sharing it will all of us. Personally I think this takes amazing courage and I hope you’ll honor her by following her tale as it unfolds. She truly deserves your support. Stumbling Otis– TTS content manager
Volume 1- The Fall
Overtime…
The fourth quarter had been called – overtime added.
Time to end this.
The play began.
The ball moving fast, the defense being smashed by the home team.
Shot taken… Missed.
A player goes in for a rebound… The ball is played out.
Teammate receives – plays across court.
The ball is intercepted by opposing team and launched across the quarter.
The fourth quarter had been called – overtime added.
Time to end this.
The play began.
The ball moving fast, the defense being smashed by the home team.
Shot taken… Missed.
A player goes in for a rebound… The ball is played out.
Teammate receives – plays across court.
The ball is intercepted by opposing team and launched across the quarter.
A home team player races for the ball. Running flat out – jumps – catches –
CRUNCH. SNAP. PAIN.
That player was me, Klare Wolf and this is my story.
My story of happiness turned to pain.
My story of heartache, an emotional hurt only matched by physical agony; it is about hitting rock bottom and climbing back toward possible redemption. First however, it is a story that must return to the beginning, together we must fall to understand how this crazy journey begins.
My story of heartache, an emotional hurt only matched by physical agony; it is about hitting rock bottom and climbing back toward possible redemption. First however, it is a story that must return to the beginning, together we must fall to understand how this crazy journey begins.
I’ve always been a curious person, still am. I’m a fan of learning how things works and I’m always getting into stuff. As a kid I wasn’t your typical girly girl.
I was quite happy kicking a ball about with the lads. Climbing trees, sweating through tag and getting down and dirty, bruised, banged, scraped and cut. I was a typical tomboy.
Even as a child the great outdoors appealed so much more to me than anything ever has – My mother literally could not keep me inside.
It still draws me and I’m at my happiest when I’m outside or doing sport.
I was quite happy kicking a ball about with the lads. Climbing trees, sweating through tag and getting down and dirty, bruised, banged, scraped and cut. I was a typical tomboy.
Even as a child the great outdoors appealed so much more to me than anything ever has – My mother literally could not keep me inside.
It still draws me and I’m at my happiest when I’m outside or doing sport.
Read more at: http://thethrillsociety.com/poetry-of-pain-an-athletes-fall-and-quest-for-redemption/
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