I broke my leg 2009 and while in hospital I decided I have to go for my dream, quit my job as a communication trainer and coach to become a writer and videoartist. And here I am today, making my living as a writer, just because I was too stupid to stay on a bike and crashed my leg.
I learned that sometimes lifes stress can suck you in like a bitch that you forget about your dreams (like my dream, to become I a writer). And sometimes it needs a real rough break (in my case: of all the freakin`bones in my left foot and lower leg) to stop you from the everyday madness and allow time to pose the question: where am I and how can I get out of here, please? Without that "forced" time in bed with endless days and nights in the hospital, where the lights were kept switched on all night, I maybe would still be in the same situation today as I was 2009.