Blade Runner: My Story

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Blade Runner: My Story

Oscar Pistorius

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 0753540851

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Oscar Pistorius's inspirational memoir tells of an incredible, emotional journey from disabled toddler to international sports phenomenon. At 11 months old, Oscar Pistorius had both his legs amputated below the knee. His mother wrote a letter to be read by Oscar when he was grown up: "A loser is not one who runs last in the race. It is the one who sits and watches, and has never tried to run." On discovering that their son had been born with no fibulae, Oscar's parents made the difficult decision to have both his legs amputated, giving him the best possible chance of a normal life. Oscar received his first pair of prosthetic legs at just 17 months, made specifically for him. From then on he became invincible: running, climbing, and, with the encouragement of his older brother, getting into any mischief he could. Throughout the course of his life Oscar has battled to overcome extraordinary difficulties to prove that, with the right attitude, anything is possible. Now a world-renowned athlete holding two Paralympic world records for the 100m and 200m, Oscar faces his ultimate fight—to fulfill the dream of competing at the 2012 Olympics. Blade Runner charts the extraordinary development of one of the most gifted sportsmen and inspirational figures on the planet, from immobilized child to world-class sprinter. This new edition is fully revised and updated and contains exclusive new chapters and pictures, as well as sporting a brand new cover design. If he qualifies to compete in the Olympics, he WILL make history and the coverage of his achievement will be extensive. Oscar Pistorius is "the titan of the track" (the Star) having won three gold medals at the Paralympics in Beijing for the 100m, 200m, and 400m.

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me I had ten minutes to collect my things; my father would be waiting for me at the school gate. Carl and I arrived at the gate just in time to witness my father driving his enormous Mercedes towards us at breakneck speed. It was clear that something was not right: he was shouting at us to hurry up and get in, and seemed to be on the verge of tears. Although my parents had been divorced for years they still felt great affection for one another. All of our closest friends and family were at the

and to gain an idea of what they could expect for my future. They were amazed as they arrived at the Prosthetics Centre in Pretoria when they realised that the young man they had been watching run around the garden a few minutes earlier was the same young man who was waiting to meet them. They had never imagined that anyone who had undergone a bilateral amputation could be so agile and were terribly impressed by the young man's quiet confidence as he calmly told them his story. Mirroring what

changed my life for ever. I became a sporting celebrity overnight and the media interest and the angle they chose elevated me to a superhero for disabled people worldwide. My return to South Africa was particularly stressful for me. I had not actually grasped the significance of having my name in all the newspapers; suddenly journalists were queuing up to interview me. Initially I was euphoric, but by November I was burnt out by the combination of intensive training and racing and the press

systems were down they issued the ticket manually, promising that they would update my new journey details onto the system as soon as possible. So far so good; I headed off to Assen and triumphed, winning a gold medal and improving the world record in all three of my chosen distances. Then on the return journey between Reykjavik and Amsterdam I somehow managed to lose my ticket. In Amsterdam I went directly to the check-in and explained what had happened to the staff there. They struggled to

losing our goods, either by slipping on the stairs or on our lopsided platform. It was a risky business. By the evening of the third day, we had completed our second floor and, thanks to the experience garnered while building the first one, it was a masterpiece. It was approximately 2.5 metres by 3 metres and was at least 6 metres from the ground (with less than a 5-degree slant). We were very pleased with our building skills and generous with superlatives in our compliments to one another.

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