Final Kilometer of Flipping The Tire!

The Lion, peeks his heavy head out of his den this morning, eyes tired, back broken, knees and ligaments torn beyond repair. He grins and gently bears his teeth with a smile and a soft PRRRR.
He looks up into the beauitful universe and is grateful for his strength he has been given to walk this earth today and sacrifice his mind, body and soul each day to continue this ongoing battle to bring more awareness to Post Traumatic Stress, and try and help those who are suffering in complete silence right now, as they lay shackled to the deepest darkest depths of the devil’s belly. Flicks tail back and forth.

Two years ago, After my third denial from WCB for a PTSD claim, I lay in a hospital bed after breaking my pelvis in half. Told I may never walk again.

I found this post on the internet and I recall looking out of the hospital window and asked the universe for the strength to please let me walk again, and I would do everything I could to honour Nodar Kumaritashvilis’ life and do my best one day to make more people aware of the signs and symptoms of PTSD so they don’t have to suffer the way I had for so many years along the way.

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One day, I will walk again, one day I will honor this 21 year old boy Nodar Kumaritashvili, who died in my hands and somehow simply ask the world to take 3 minutes to remember his life as a human being and ask those beautiful people to look up into the universe and thank him for sacrificing his life for me today to help bring more awareness to ‪#‎PTSD‬.

T O D A Y is that day !!

After all the suffering, all the flips of the tire, and 4 attempted suicides I only ask this of you – take 3 minutes to remember him and SHARE THIS POST.

In memory of Nodar Kumaritashvili

I assure you, this is only just the beginning of the path we will walk together to help save many lives and prevent many more from living in the darkness.

All you have to do is S H A R E


About the author: Terrance Kosikar

I was the first responder to a fatal accident at the Whistler Sliding Center on Opening Day of the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics. Although I was well trained in a myriad of life saving techniques, I was not prepared to deal with the emotional impact sustained while on the job. As a result of the fatality, I developed a Post-Traumatic Stress Injury that launched me into a very costly downward spiral. During several years of severe depression, anxiety, nightmares, and substance abuse, I lost my family, my career, and nearly my life. Pushed to my breaking point, I found salvation within. Escaping to the back-country near Lillooet, BC, I found peace and purpose in Mother Nature’s beauty and simplicity. Many others who have suffered from Post-Traumatic Stress have not been so lucky. By raising awareness and destigmatizing this debilitating mental injury, we can help the people suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress get the help they need.