POSTS

I know that it was November of 2008 when I first attended KC and while I can’t remember exactly when I met David, it was an instant connection. I like to think of him as “my brother from another mother!” The fact that we’re both vertically challenged may have contributed to our becoming fast friends, but we’ve come to discover many common interests.

Let me start with an introduction; my name is Clooney and I just turned 9, that’s the equivalent of 63 years old for you bipeds. I first met Jim in December of 2012 when I was about 6 months old after a long drive up from Georgia. It’s been great living with Jim and the five different roommates we’ve had over the years. They’ve all been really nice to me. It was fun when my Golden cousin Sophie, Uncle Andy, and Aunt Katie moved in the other room for a while, although it got a little crowded in Jim’s bed when Soph fell asleep in there with Jim and I.

I’ll never forget that morning, I was on a “sabbatical” from college and was lucky that my grandfather offered me a job while I figured out what I wanted to do.

I was in an early morning discussion just last week in a room I'd never visited before when a small sign grabbed my attention. It wasn’t that I was bored with the interaction that had my gaze wandering around the room, in fact, it was a phenomenal reading and deep diving discussion into human relationships.

Perhaps best known as a historical town of the Revolutionary era and home to Bunker Hill monument, marking the site of one of the first major battles between the Americans and British, Charlestown is also home of Spaulding’s flagship facility since it opened in 2013. The foundation for recovery Spaulding gave me for a new life after sustaining a TBI in 2006 has been truly amazing. Maybe it was the leftover joy from the Sox victory, the night at Fenway with people who mean a lot to me, the beauty of the morning, or more likely, the combination that had me filled with joy! I’m not the most sentimental person, so being overwhelmed with gratitude without the pull of guilt that often strikes was a beautiful feeling.

Playing golf, at least improving ones’ game, is really pretty similar to the process of recovering from a brain injury, or for that matter, an individual’s self-improvement journey throughout a lifetime. For one thing, they’re both never-ending processes without finite endpoints where perfection is achieved, or even distinct completeness.