My life could
have been different. I had plans, goals and dreams like every human being. It
started well and I took it all for granted. I was happy with what I had already
achieved. At the age of 28 I was a renowned ice hockey player for the Chicago
Black Hawks. I had a lucrative career, a large apartment on a 39th floor in the city center with the most incredible views of Lake Michigan. As soon as I
graduated from college, the NHL approached me with a four-year contract I
couldn’t refuse. I gave my best as a striker for my team, and I was promoted
captain with another eight-year extension. Without being a conceited person, because
honestly I am not, I think I was a respected and well-liked athlete. According
to my many friends, I was an upbeat and funny guy, friendly and always in a
good mood, except right after a lousy game. Also according to my female
supporters I was rather good looking, but unfortunately for all of them already
taken. I was in a serious relationship with a charming girl I had known
forever. As far as I can remember we were neighbors in a small town in Illinois,
and we literally grew up together. The idea of getting married one day and
start a family became natural, and more obvious as time passed by. It would
also put an end to the harassing impatience of both of our families. But a
twist of fate decided otherwise.