http://www.iol.co.za/lifestyle/a-journey-from-wheelchair-to-paraglider-1.1504376#.UXWPxnd9CpI
Cape Town - The view from the side of Signal Hill one fine Sunday morning is picture perfect.
I’m surprisingly calm, with no
hint of the trepidation I thought I’d feel at the prospect of jumping
off the side of a mountain, my life in the hands of a paraglider pilot I
have just met.
The flight down to the Promenade below will take us mere minutes. My journey to this point, however, is another story.
On May 27, 2012, also a sunny Sunday, I wasn’t standing, let alone jumping anywhere.
In fact, I was in a heap on the
floor beside my bed, desperately scrabbling with my one working hand,
for my cellphone that had fortuitously fallen to the floor the night
before.
I can’t remember much of the conversation that followed, other than telling my friend Vanessa to hurry as something was wrong.
Later,
I heard the paramedics saying I’d probably had a stroke. I was more
concerned about the fact that I was still in my pyjamas.
More at link.
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