![]() But without knowing the details of his accident, it was not possible to speculate what would happen next. A helmet may offer some protection, but it cannot prevent a traumatic brain injury. Traumatic brain injuries can occur after simple or traumatic falls. On a few occasions, the event is more serious. In most instances, the accident is minor. No matter how many times I have skied since March 26, 2010, I am still haunted by what happened. Skiers and boarders alike yielded as the patrollers took the sled and made their way to the medical clinic. Where was his memory? The boys and I looked at one another. Traumatized, Aaron and Jordan told the ski patrolmen about the arm. He drifted in and out.ĭuring a lucid moment, Jordan heard the words “my right arm.” Ira’s skis and poles had come off and were now lying haphazardly on the steep mountain slope. Towering over his fallen father, Jordan had watched Ira’s hazel eyes roll back and forth. Then Jordan had found him on the side of the run, dazed. Jordan had hiked up the mountain calling, “Dad, dad, where are you?” No one responded. What was too tight? Was it his head? What had happened? Ira was yelping, “Help me! Help me! It’s too tight!”Ī neck collar secured his head and a strap held his right arm above his head. Aaron and Jordan were standing near three men in red jackets emblazoned with white crosses. Skis were placed in a big X uphill from Ira. Wind hit me head-on.Ī Good Samaritan was waving people away. My jellylike legs wobbled as I skied down to their position. “Dad’s head… Where are you?” Aaron roared.ĭroplets were pooling in my eyes. What did that mean? Was he bleeding? Had he hit a tree? ![]() I slid onto the next available chair. Bad shape. Trembling…sniffling, I said, “I can’t remember.” I couldn’t visualize anything-his jacket, his ski pants, or his helmet- everything vanished. Aaron’s voice echoed, “Dad’s in bad shape. In May This Be the Best Year of Your Life, I recount what happened on March 26, 2010. Without any notice a precarious moment took center stage. After spending 2 months in a Third World country, I was ecstatic to be back in the Rocky Mountains. This day was especially noteworthy since I had recently returned from my first trip to India. As we rode up the lifts and skied down, we enjoyed every minute of our exhilarating time at Keystone Mountain. Ira and I and our two youngest sons were eager to hit the slopes. The morning started out like any other ski day. Share Sandra and Ira Bornstein Outback Summitįour years ago today, my family’s life was forever changed.
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