This article is a detailed account of the past 90 days of my life.  A big part of me wants to forget everything that happened to me over the past three months, but something inside of me wants to tell the story.  I warn you, that every time I go into detail about what I actually went through, people squirm and shy away, so this is my forum to get it all out.  It was the darkest, lowest part of my life to date and I am still only just collecting myself to re-establish some normalcy for my family and business.  I returned to work just a few weeks ago, under three weeks after my fourth eye surgery in two months after I was struck in the right eye with a hard orange floor hockey ball on August 19th, 2014.

My wife and three children were away at our family cabin.  I had returned to work for the week after an amazing almost 3 week holiday, but I only made it to Tuesday before my world changed.  Earlier in the summer a client had told me about a regular pick up floor hockey game at a nearby community centre.  I went a few times before my vacation, but I was the new guy amongst a group that had been playing together for a while.  The only guy I somewhat knew was my client who had told me about the game.

The game was social, but competitive.  Every guy had a different level of protective gear, but most did not have any form of eye protection.  I happened to have my squash goggles with me, but forget them in the car because I was running late.  I had never worn eye protection playing floor hockey before, but was definitely considering it with this group; unfortunately I never got the chance.  I decided to jump right into the game and was having a great time.  I scored five goals in the first two games before it happened.  I ended up in the corner just off to the side of net.  I turned back to follow the ball when I saw a split second of an orange ball flying right at my face. Read More