Hope.That’s probably the strongest bond we develop with life on planet Earth, that keeps us alive even when the dark clouds cover the entire atmosphere upon our heads. But what about those of us who never see anything but tons of dark clouds. Nor can speak or move. Who live in life-prison. For 40 years.Since that haunted 17 March 1982, Jean-Pierre Adams’ life was an undeserved death-row. A long, suffering path that was never his choice, nor was he given any hope of resurrection. Paradoxically, he would have more chances if he was a genuine death-row inmate than a victim of careless medical care that turned a routine knee surgery into four-decade-long trauma.It was March when the lights went offAfter an error made by his anaesthetist, Jean-Pierre suffered bronchospasm, which starved his brain of oxygen. The verdict was ruthless – coma. And he stayed in it, unwillingly, for 40 years. Until this morning.There was basically no chance of a miracle that could somehow revive a sleeping giant whose excellent performances with PSG earned him 22 caps for France between 1972 and 1976. At the moment of falling into the coma, he was only 34. Today, he dies aged 73. The entire life spent in silence and obscurity disrupted only by his Bernadette’s heartbreaking, larger-than-life devotion. His wife, healer and guardian angel, who never stopped believing ‘impossible’ is just a word of those incapable of seeing above and beyond the clouds. Euthanasia was never her choice, considering he should be the one to make that call. And he was silent.He was part of French defense known as the “Black Guard”. Marius Trésor et Jean-Pierre Adams. (2-2) pic.twitter.com/kLu8eMkbE5— Fonsos (@Fonsos) September 6, 2021 Day by day, month by month, year by year… Bernadette would talk to him as if he could respond. She used to tell him stories about his boys, Lauren and Frederic, 13 and 6, at the moment of disaster; of their childhood adventures, first kisses, engagements, marriages, and, finally, Jean-Pierre’s grandkids. ##EDITORS_CHOICE##The whole world around Adams, the planet itself, continued its undisrupted spinning while he remained almost the same he was that damn 17 March. Only a few greys, as one of the rare signs of ageing that even coma-suffering Adams couldn’t avoid. The news of his death was one of those inevitable yet tragic moments that cause extreme sadness despite being very familiar with how this story would end. Because there was always that tiny glimpse of hope in us that something magical would happen with Jean-Pierre.Now, we hope he is in a better place. RIP.
