Why we celebrate the day my dad almost died | Times2

At an Italian restaurant in north London, my family got together on January 17 to share unhealthy amounts of pasta, red wine and tiramisu. We toasted my dad, Simon, as we do on this date every year. It is not his birthday, or a wedding anniversary, but the date that he almost died in the Swiss Alps after ski-luging into a tree at 30mph.

My dad’s almost fatal accident in 2000 was incredibly traumatic for him and all of us, resulting in him being flown by emergency helicopter to hospital, put in an induced coma, having brain surgery, staying in hospital for months and then learning to live with life-changing injuries.

This may seem an odd experience to celebrate. But a few years ago my


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