On a Sunday in October 1993, a 12-year-old ball boy made the short bike commute from his Münchenstein home to the St. Jakobshalle arena, where he collected a piece of silverware.
Here’s the extraordinary story of Roger Federer at the Swiss Indoors Basel…
I’m shaking uncontrollably since last night
I can’t get the beheaded baby that was burned alive.
The woman's screaming out of my head.
the decomposed bodies of babies out of my head.
the girl whose body was stuck to a wall.
Hind's final message to PRCS.
and now
how do you watch all this and not feel your soul dead?
I just heard someone say.
The reason you isolate when you’re struggling is because you were left alone as a child to deal with your emotions.
I felt that, I felt that a lot.
Woah