Unthinkable
04-06-03, 04:58 PM
http://www.thnt.com/thnt/story/0,21282,718469,00.html
Devils' Marshall had a will to skate again
Published in the Home News Tribune 4/6/03
By MIKE KERWICK
STAFF WRITER
When he was younger, Chris Marshall thought he knew scary. Not horror-movie scary or Halloween-prank scary or even cold-sweat-in-the-middle-of-the-night scary.
Real-life scary.
Chris was riding in an automobile when it flipped upside down. The car wound up in bad shape. His heart wound up pounding way too fast.
Still pounding, though. He walked away from the accident.
At the moment, that was the most frightening moment of his life. And it would remain that way until a December evening in Mississauga, Ontario, 13 years back. He was shutting off the lights in his rec room sometime after 11 p.m. when the phone rang.
"Mr. Marshall?"
"Yes."
"You have a son who plays hockey?"
"Yes I do."
"Please hold."
Grant. Something happened to Grant.
He would learn later that the first voice belonged to a nurse from Sudbury General Hospital. The second voice belonged to a doctor.
"Mr. Marshall?"
"Yes."
"Your son . . ."
"Yes."
"He was hit from behind. He's broken his neck."
Chris couldn't handle it. He woke up his wife, Jackie, handed her the phone, and tried to pull himself together.
"He's OK," the doctor told Jackie. "He's not paralyzed. He was at the time of the injury."
Not paralyzed? Was paralyzed? This is OK?
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.
.
Devils' Marshall had a will to skate again
Published in the Home News Tribune 4/6/03
By MIKE KERWICK
STAFF WRITER
When he was younger, Chris Marshall thought he knew scary. Not horror-movie scary or Halloween-prank scary or even cold-sweat-in-the-middle-of-the-night scary.
Real-life scary.
Chris was riding in an automobile when it flipped upside down. The car wound up in bad shape. His heart wound up pounding way too fast.
Still pounding, though. He walked away from the accident.
At the moment, that was the most frightening moment of his life. And it would remain that way until a December evening in Mississauga, Ontario, 13 years back. He was shutting off the lights in his rec room sometime after 11 p.m. when the phone rang.
"Mr. Marshall?"
"Yes."
"You have a son who plays hockey?"
"Yes I do."
"Please hold."
Grant. Something happened to Grant.
He would learn later that the first voice belonged to a nurse from Sudbury General Hospital. The second voice belonged to a doctor.
"Mr. Marshall?"
"Yes."
"Your son . . ."
"Yes."
"He was hit from behind. He's broken his neck."
Chris couldn't handle it. He woke up his wife, Jackie, handed her the phone, and tried to pull himself together.
"He's OK," the doctor told Jackie. "He's not paralyzed. He was at the time of the injury."
Not paralyzed? Was paralyzed? This is OK?
.
.
.