As The Australian explains:
Then came his pile-up. [Wilson] was a passenger in a putative brother-in-law’s car, and he remembers hearing two paramedics “decide ‘not to bother with that one because he’s gone’. ‘I'm alive,’ I wanted to shout, but I couldn’t make a sound. I was terrified I was going to die because I couldn’t get their attention.”For Wilson, it was clearly the former course.
After a long recovery, he went from being a sport-centric jock “to making different friends, being more open and getting an insight into a different world entirely. In a way, I’ve used Javier Falcón as a way of talking about what happened to me, how my vision was opened up by a traumatic experience. Experiences like that either make you or break you.”
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