Once a survivor.   Now a warrior.

I thought you will intrigue by my orally sentence structure. Last December, I printed out the alphabet suffix pages. Wherever I sit down for breakfast, I usually take three or six big words. I study them by orally saying them 3 times with my SpeakIt! or, not. It’s changed my ability to connect my thoughts…

The ER doctor and nurses were good to me. The brain surgeons were good to have after my brain injury. The ICU nurses were good. The rehabilitation center therapists were good. But, the doctors were terrible to me. What a nightmare! The rehabilitation center nurses were awful to me. They would barged in at night…

Do you know what the hardest word to say for me is?   Silk.   First, my tongue draws back to the ‘Eeessss’ then, slides across the mouth and double loop-de-loop to say, ‘eeeee’. Then rounds it up around the palate and ‘laaaa’ and drop down to say, ‘ka’. Confusion reigns in my brain and…

When I was barely twelve, in 1980, I gotten into an argument with my friend about cruise missiles. My friend refused to say that the Pentagon had these cruise missiles. But, I was reading it in my library’s book!  “I will show you!” I huffed-and-puffed at my commie friend.  (My friend was in love with USSR).…

I just went to my afternoon walk. I put on my mask and away I went on two miles of bumpy pavements, uphills & downhills. Ashevillians walking around on the Main Street. Nothing protecting them just bare skin. One of them could have been the silent carrier. I thought to myself, how the hell are…

In October, 2008, about two months before my coma, I wrote this letter to my old friend.     I looked at your photos… you look so happy! Your eyes are on fire. It brought me back to the time you took me to dinner in Boston for my birthday and we spoke about me becoming…

Six years ago, I had a car accident. My seat belt ruptured my artery. And a blood clot went up the artery into my brain. A couple of months after that, I had a stroke. The doctors put me in a medical coma. When I came out of the coma I couldn’t remember my name.…

My tango teacher did a flawless position with his foot. I tried that but, my drop foot wouldn’t come off the dance floor. When I at home, climbing the stairs my drop foot goes outward & right from my core. The foot is magically transformed into the Minister of Silly Walk’s foot. Outside, wearing shoes,…

Sept 21, 2014:   Today, I hesitate before I climb my stairs to go to the bathroom because not long before, I used to be a crippler, and I used to be scared of the staircase wearing my brace and my shoes.  Now, I pump out my barefoot going up the stairs and not touching my…