trishia-hysteria

    Last Saturday I was at the 6 days of bicycle racing in Gent with Peter and his parents having a great time watching the guys cycle like madmen. I was really enjoying myself which was nice cos I thought I wouldn't like it so much because I'm not what we call a sport addict. However I found the show great and fun. I even screamed liked a groupie once or twice (allright more than that but I was so into the racings).
    We decided to go in the middle to see the bikers better and have a look at the guys working on the bikes. We were there for about 5/10 minutes when we heard people screaming: 2 cyclists were down on the floor. We saw one getting up and walk back to his cabin but the other one didn't: that was Isaac Galvez, 31, married for about a month and dad of a one-year-old baby. His case was bad for they put blankets all around him. I saw them put something in his throat like in ER and I thought it was very very bad. I was scared, it couldn't possibly happen. When they ran to get the cardiac pacemaker I began to shake cos this was more serious than I thought! And when they finally took him to the ambulance I saw a man doing a cardiac massage, I began to cry cos it was so sad. And I pray the rest of the evening for them (or God?) to save him.
         But it didn't work, nobody heard my prayers... :'(