I was at Walter Brown Arena the night it happened. We knew it was bad but hoped for the best. It wasn't until after the game at T's Pub that we found out how bad it was and there was a good chance he might die that weekend.
This is a powerful column from Kevin Cullen
http://www.bostonglobe.com/news/nat...oseful-life/zlJefffJvuAgCHV8Z4ah5N/story.html
This is a powerful column from Kevin Cullen
http://www.bostonglobe.com/news/nat...oseful-life/zlJefffJvuAgCHV8Z4ah5N/story.html
Travis Roy still loves hockey.
“I miss the sounds, the smells, the speed. It was my first love, and you never get over your first love. It’s hard for me to go into a locker room. I see the sticks and I want to grab one and feel how it feels in my hands.
“Any time I turn on the TV, any time I go into a rink, there is one or two minutes when I get queasy in my stomach from missing it. The sadness of that. And then I go on.
“I’m happy. But there’s no adrenaline rush. That’s what I miss. I’ll be watching a game and someone scores a game-winning goal, in any team sport, and I’ll find tears running down my cheeks because I’ll never feel that again.â€
Then he reads a letter from someone paralyzed and isolated and he isn’t thinking about himself. He’s trying to figure out how to help them.