Football/Soccer: I am the best

My name is Kurt Alexander Sebastian. I am 45 years old. I am lonely. Why do you ask? I am shy. I have no wife. I only had 2 relationships which didn't last long. The reason. As I said, I was shy, due to this I never had the confidence to express my love for anything. I had cats, but everyone knows you will probably outlive them. One of my cats was run over by a car, I was young and was shocked by the blood. Another one was run over, he luckily survived, but later disappeared. The last one too died, but of old age. I got depressed. You want to know why? I put all my trust in these lovely animals but gave myself the fault that my second cat got run over. I watched it. He was on the other side of the street, I tried to get him to cross the street because it was very dangerous. He ran across the street and a car hit him. In front of my eyes. He limped into the cornfield. About a week later. I found him. Luckily alive. We brought him to the vet and they told us it was a miracle, he was only lightly injured. A few months later he disappeared. I searched for him till my feet hurt, but never found him. The last cat was the cat I was with the longest, he died of old age. 

The depression affected my brain, which caused me to get a tumor. I won the first time, but it came back. Life was shit. I thought. I finally died while watching the World Cup with my family. It was a happy death, you could say as I was accompanied by the ones I loved watching the sport I loved. 

There were a few things I loved, a few examples are God, football, family, the few friends I had. 

Anyway, I got reborn. 

I was reborn.

On the 7th of March, 2004 in Regensburg

I had two parents. 

My mother Anna Meyer and my father Josef Meyer.

They named me Maximilian Sepp Meyer. 

In hopes of achieving the same things in football as my grandfather from my mother's side of the family. Don't worry he's not dead. 

A little fun fact my mother's surname was Maier, which means my mom and dad had a pretty similar surname. 

I was raised as a normal child. 

But one day something happened.

An accident. 

We were driving on the highway. 

My father drove and my mother sat in the backseat with me. 

She gave me pureed apples. 

We were driving and driving and driving. Everything is as usual.

Bur suddenly a Lkw wanted to overtake another truck and switched lanes. 

My father couldn't react and we drove right into the back of the truck.

I passed out.

This is my story so far.