Two months after the operation, he was discharged from the hospital. In July of 2009, the doctors tell him that the cancer has been beaten. But he knows that nothing will ever be the same again. «Before that, I worked in real estate and as a plasterer. I was very materialistic. Today, I wouldn't like the person I was back then anymore», he recapitulates.
In his search for a new meaning in life, chance lends a helping hand: a bicycle stands around on his property and brings back memories: He loved mountain biking in his youth. He gets into the saddle and rides eight kilometers around the local reservoir. «When I felt the wind around my nose, I felt alive again», he says.
James Golding has not had an easy life. As a child, he hated school, collected reprimands, had no friends. He started skipping school - and preferred to ride his bike: «I got my first mountain bike when I was eleven. It was the first time I felt real freedom.» He left school at 14. His innate stubbornness told him that he would make it. «The grown-ups, on the other hand, all said, 'You'll never make it. You'll achieve nothing.» But at 22, he had his own house, a big car, money.
Not real happiness, as he realizes after his cancer. He found a new fulfilment in cycling. He rides around the reservoir twice. He rides two laps and then goes to his mother who lives 16 km away. One step after the other.