Show Me How to Heal
Ray CelarLuke:
I can pinpoint the exact moment my professional life ended — and so can millions of other people. Suffering a career-ending injury in the middle of what may have been the most important soccer game of my whole life is bad enough. But with dozens of cameras focused on me broadcasting my injury live all over Europe, my private life has also ended.
The paparazzi are everywhere. Every step I take — or don’t take because walking these days isn’t exactly easy — there’s someone pointing a camera at me, whether it’s the press, a fan, or just someone who saw the gruesome end of my career.
I can’t take it anymore. I need to get away from all the publicity and the constant reminder of what I’ve lost.
Stumbling upon an ad for a lone cabin in some small town in Colorado seems like a wink of fate. No one will know who I am, and I can start over again. And if I told that cute guy at the bar that I’m currently unemployed… well, that’s not a lie, is it?