A Concussion Photo Essay: This Is My Story

By Jay Fraga

Once, there was a little boy. The boy loved to ride motorcycles with his Father. The boy was transfixed with speed and g-forces and devices with two wheels.


The boy dreamed of two-wheeled heroes; of men with nicknames like, “Hurricane”.


The boy pestered his parents until they allowed him to race BMX bicycles.


Once he realized that belief and effort equaled success, the boy began to win. Through sports, he learned that formula was necessary everywhere in life.


The boy grew and became a man. He still loved bicycles. He loved competition.


The boy built a business around BMX bicycles. He built a team. Together, they had so much fun and great success.


The boy loved to coach. He believed that it was important to forward to others the lessons that he learned along the way.


And then this happened. This was just one of many crashes, but it was the last one.


This one felt different than the rest. The boy quietly cried on the way to the hospital. He knew it was over.


There was a lot of this…..


And some of this…


But, the boy didn’t need any of it to prove how terrible he felt. Every day was difficult. Every day was a struggle. Every day looked like this- suffocating, choking, and overbearing. Insurmountable.


The boy was alone. He suffered, and his thoughts were dark. He couldn’t remember things.


The boy had a family. He knew that come hell or high water, he had to pull it together. He loved them.


He began to work on it. There are so many specialists for concussion. It was draining.


Sometimes, the boy would throw up afterwards. But he pushed on.


He began to speak out. He did not want anyone else’s sons or daughters to experience this.


Somehow, people started to listen.


The boy struggled a little bit with this aspect of things. After all, he was just a boy who liked bikes.


But, he pushed on, and he was able to meet great people in the world of concussion.


And this story isn’t over yet. The boy knows that a lot of special people have helped to tell it and to get him here. He knows that the message has to reach many, many more before things will change and we can protect those who are the most important to us. However that has to happen, it’s alright with him.

This man once said, “”Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it”.


We believe that our experiences serve as the ultimate warning to those who might follow in our footsteps.

Best wishes and be smart,

The Boy


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