Blade Runner: My Story

Blade Runner: My Story

Oscar Pistorius

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 0753540851

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Blade Runner: My Story

Oscar Pistorius

Language: English

Pages: 224

ISBN: 0753540851

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


Oscar Pistorius's inspirational memoir tells of an incredible, emotional journey from disabled toddler to international sports phenomenon. At 11 months old, Oscar Pistorius had both his legs amputated below the knee. His mother wrote a letter to be read by Oscar when he was grown up: "A loser is not one who runs last in the race. It is the one who sits and watches, and has never tried to run." On discovering that their son had been born with no fibulae, Oscar's parents made the difficult decision to have both his legs amputated, giving him the best possible chance of a normal life. Oscar received his first pair of prosthetic legs at just 17 months, made specifically for him. From then on he became invincible: running, climbing, and, with the encouragement of his older brother, getting into any mischief he could. Throughout the course of his life Oscar has battled to overcome extraordinary difficulties to prove that, with the right attitude, anything is possible. Now a world-renowned athlete holding two Paralympic world records for the 100m and 200m, Oscar faces his ultimate fight—to fulfill the dream of competing at the 2012 Olympics. Blade Runner charts the extraordinary development of one of the most gifted sportsmen and inspirational figures on the planet, from immobilized child to world-class sprinter. This new edition is fully revised and updated and contains exclusive new chapters and pictures, as well as sporting a brand new cover design. If he qualifies to compete in the Olympics, he WILL make history and the coverage of his achievement will be extensive. Oscar Pistorius is "the titan of the track" (the Star) having won three gold medals at the Paralympics in Beijing for the 100m, 200m, and 400m.

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capsized and been thrown into the water. My mother was an extrovert who loved nothing more than laughter and spending time with friends; she always encouraged us to be outgoing. Our friendship with Neil Stevenson is a good example of her natural ease with people. Neil was a surfing champion and at the time was ranked third in the world. As kids we hero-worshipped him. My mother turned on her charm and convinced him to take me out on his board. We would see him every year and became his regular

charge, based on a rota system, and it was his responsibility to keep things in order and wake everyone up in the morning. Every evening before going to sleep I would take off my prostheses and stand them up at the foot of my bed, ready to start my day the following morning. On one occasion I awoke to agitated shouts and in my drowsy state saw flames all around. The dormitory representative was shouting that everybody must evacuate as there was a fire. I lurched for my prostheses but they were

his ways because when my father replied to his bill with a bill of his own itemising his own expenses, we never heard from him again. Throughout that consultation period my parents kept an archive, which contains all the medical opinions and documents relating to my condition. They were totally preoccupied by what and who I would become and also how, as an adult, I would feel about their decision. They wanted to make sure that if, when I looked back and reflected on their choices, I was unhappy

against other athletes. Of course it is fantastic to win, but however sweet the moment of victory may be, it is far preferable to come second or third but better your own personal best time than come first with a time that is slower than your personal best. What I learnt while participating in Athens is that what is really important is not the victory over your adversaries but the victory over your own limitations. This, in my opinion, is the essence of true sporting endeavour and it is the

day they looked like you had had them for months. They were scratched and chipped because you were always running around, climbing and colliding with objects, you were fearless, then you would come back to me with that mischievous smile of yours and say, 'Look, Dad, I have a bruise!' Your smile is unchanged, my dear son, as is your strength of character and happy-go-lucky approach to life. My wish for your future is that your smile remains as light and pure as it is today and that you continue

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