I was 3 years old when my grandfather lost me in the snow while sledging only to find me hours later laying in the white snow smiling to the sky. I lost him when I was 16. That made me tough, mistrusting and alone. From there on, I did most things alone but his belief in me kept me going to finish university and remain ambitious for life. He taught me diligence, hard work and the beauty of being in and with nature.
At the age of 22, I had an accident that left me in a coma from which I woke up with a tube sticking out of my skull, looking like a Buddhist monk. That week in the hospital changed my life. I started to think about God (a concept I never had before), I questioned why I was alive and certainly how I wanted to continue living.
I explored various spiritual practices, I was a practising Buddhist, became a vegetarian, took up meditation and yoga. I was in a spiritual bubble until my 26th birthday when I decided to take a leap of faith and embrace a religion.