Blade Runner: My Story
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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.