What happened after the accident

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Living is not only exist,

but exist and create,

know how to enjoy and suffer.

And not sleep without dreaming.

Rest is starting to die.

Ricardo

 

 

What you think, you look and think ...

I wanted to write something about the accident I had in January 2012 and has made me think a lot this year and a half of recovery. In life one walks, stumbles and gets up ... that's life. But sometimes you walk and not stumble but is taken ahead. I will not write anything about how the accident happened. Well, that is no longer worth remembering, but I think it's interesting the things one thinks, hears, sees and meditate. As I was conscious, I thought of my family, if you see her again, my friends, on my island, things that had not yet done so, I would not know if I could re-do did. All endless thoughts that pounded in my head. The truth was not aware of the seriousness of what happened, but all I thought was that I wanted to return to my island and I was going to get out of bed. Limply, but I tried, I was taking my first steps, I discovered again the senses and sensations in everything we do again, as if reborn.


Step by step in my way, but always positive

Although rumors reached me that people commented that now would never be the same, I could not do sport and worse; rumors of people who do not 'trusted' never in my. They have always tried to put an obstacle or criticize the will to fight of a person. But those comments and opinions were never present the next morning and gave me even more strength. In life there will always be people who love you and people who hate you. But you'll spend in life without a trace. People who try things go well and I leave you my best and people who will try the opposite. But one must be stronger than that and comply with its purposes and goals and above all be yourself. Because perfection does not exist.


Every day surprised me with every thing I could and I was filled with positivism. But always with the mind set on my island and my people. When I got out of the hospital I could not walk but I had my exercise routine I wanted to do to recover. Exigiéndome more and more every day (despite the pain that invaded me, especially at night). But every day I woke up because I thought:

Biography - A life of deeds and exceedances ...

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Ricardo Miguel Garcia Castro was born in La Punta de Tijarafe, on August 7, 1973. tijarafera runs through his veins blood manifested in the deep devotion he has for his people, whose name it bears always proud in every Empre-sa rushing. That blood boils peculiarly restless and Ricardo takes to embark on exploits that set the bar for high always a little more expectations, overcoming adversity has always found throughout his life. 

Overcoming and is a constant concern in the biography of Ricardo. After three years he drank hot water, which caused him severe mesenteric adenitis, narrow gut, who accompanied him to 14 years when the disease itself disappeared. This disease affected significantly to the development of his childhood, which was not long in bed with fever and vomiting, and unable to attend school normally.

Over time it grew, combining concern with new dreams and new goals even though they still had to get tough obstacles in his life. Just you cured of his disease a hand fracture because of a prank, but the worst would come at age 17 when his mother died, I made that affect the whole future life of Ricardo and will serve as an incentive, especially if ca-be, his desire to excel. And as if that were not enough, a serious accident destroys her leg. At the risk of not being able to walk properly, Ricardo undergoes three operations to try to recover the tip, resulting in a loss of muscle mass of 45%, 20% mobility and a shortening of 5 centimeters.

Adversities do not get discourage Ricardo in love for his people, Tijarafe, and that leads him to participate in every possible way in the organization of the holidays. That's when linking to the Devil Party begins, first dancing the bigheaded and giants. But his greatest illusion, since when she went with her mother to parties, was to run the Devil, and that goal seethed in his veins.