The sheer determination of natural life is truly spectacular, a power divine, and we are only a tiny piece of God’s celestial diversity. Our goals as humans are as diverse as humanity itself, and humanity has long since conquered this planet. It is indeed, our diversity that has allowed us to spread out across the earth, to inhabit almost every habitat imaginable. Some of us though, struggle day in and day out, struggle against repression, struggle against poverty, against social status, psychological and physical disabilities. Some of us have to fight much harder than others just to survive. These people are an inspiration to us all, are the true heroes, the ones who cause us to question our own lives and to realize just how lucky we are.
On March 14th,1972 a child was born in a suburb of Gothenburg on the Swedish west coast. His parents were quite obviously overwhelmed with their little, bundle of joy. They named him Pär Johannes Rosengren. He was a beautiful baby boy, full of bounce and full of joy, and they loved him with all their hearts. The years went by, that baby boy fast growing into a curious toddler. It wasn’t until December 1975 that they realized something was wrong with their bundle of joy. He was taken to hospital, where he was diagnosed as having Rhabdomyosarcoma. Rhabdomyosarcoma is a fast growing, highly malignant tumor, which accounts for over half of the soft tissue sarcomas in children. The tumor was detected behind his nose and there was no doubting the serious nature of his condition. Just three years of age and the life expectancy of this child, was slim to none.
Pär was admitted as a long term patient and received 6000 Rad of radiation during the following months, plus two years of chemotherapy. The treatment caused his milk teeth to fall out and his adult set, didn’t grow. He then received growth hormones in the hope of remedying the problem, which in turn, destroyed his hearing abilities. Children are amazingly resilient. The very word cancer installs negativity into adults. It’s not like that for a child though. They don’t know what it is, unless an adult tells them; don’t know the consequences, unless an adult has informed them.
At age seven, Pär began school, although much of his childhood was spent in a hospital bed. Despite everything, he managed to make it to high school, studied electronics and later still, sound engineering. He learned to swim, went skiing, sailing and took his driving license. He even managed to mix songs in a studio, despite the fact he could barely hear. I guess he quite simply found his own way of compensating, of listening past the music and actually feeling the beat. Whatever the case, music was to become his life, lifted him from his pain and took him to a place far beyond his mortal soul.
It was back in 1985 that Pär became interested in break dance and he really wanted to learn to scratch. He and his friends bought countless amounts of records and all of a sudden, people were asking him to play at school discos. In 1989,1990 and 1991, he entered the Swedish DJ Championships, coming third place in 1990.
This is only the first part of an amazing, true story.
In my next post, this story will continue.
Until then, take care