Three years ago this week, Kaleb Dahlgren woke up in a hospital in Nipawin, Sask.

It was the strangest thing. The 20-year-old had dreamed that he was in a hospital with a neck brace and breathing tubes. But when he woke up, he found that it wasn’t a dream at all. He was in a hospital. Immobilized by a ruff. But he had no idea how he got there.

His parents, Mark and Anita, both nurses, were there in the hospital room. Dahlgren asked her how the hockey game had gone. Had his team, the Humboldt Broncos, won?

They didn’t have an answer. They had tried to tell him before, but the words hadn’t taken off.

He assumed that he had been injured in the game. He must have been hit from the back, he guessed, hence the ruff, and he asked if it was his fault that he was injured? He was starting to get annoyed that his injury had somehow hurt his team.

His parents had no answer to that either.