We bring to your attention an incredible story of a man who climbed Elbrus and lost his legs when falling from it. It is interesting that his life has become even more active from this!
In 2009 I "fell" from Elbrus. He fell noticeably, so he didn't feel like he was alive and the amputation of his legs was taken very calmly. Then this story became widely publicized – so much so that all the subsequent time I was literally carried in my arms! If I write thanks now, — only the list of names (known to me and unknown) will take more than one page. On this I will act more cunningly! I'll tell you about what it's like to live without legs! And I really hope that this note will excite T.S. vitality in all readers :)
In the beginning, I will start from the end, so that lovers of heartwarming stories leave snot on the sidelines hoping for the confession of an unfortunate disabled person :) At the moment I am quite a successful photographer, during these three years I got married, my daughter was born, I visited the mountains of Norway, the volcanoes of Kamchatka, all kinds of Europe, etc. I can walk for more than 10 hours in the mountains with a 30 kg backpack, I run on space legs, and finally last season in Sochi at the Russian World Cup in cross-country skiing I took 6th place, and a few days later I'm going to competitions in Europe. In short, iron legs are cool! :)
In the beginning it was painful :) It still hurts now, but actually any athlete gets hurt and that's normal! I took my first steps to the kitchen on crutches – sweat floods my eyes, but the buzz is incredible – to be born again! A week later I'm trudging to my beloved's apartment, and this is almost a kilometer of torment! A month later, on crutches, I'm photographing a wedding of a sooo well–known person in tourism circles (let him unsubscribe himself, and then what's to embarrass for nothing) - on this day, in a fit of photographic ecstasy, for the first time I threw back my crutches! Well, then I saw on TV a wonderful miracle that is called running legs! I went to Moscow for almost a year – just like now I was bragging about how wonderful I am and how I need miracle units! And it turned out the same!!! And there... why don't I think I should try to get on downhill skiing ... and so, you know, it hooked me that, like a maniac, before losing all consideration and not feeling any pain, I was running around for almost 6 hours in a row all the previous winter! Well, when you really want to – everything turns out! Isn't that right?
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