Recovery

Just the other morning I read something that I usually only hear read out loud and the bells were ringing immediately. I couldn’t believe how the meaning of the passage completely changed when I noticed I had previously heard the phrase incorrectly.

It wasn’t only our walks in which Boomer let me know I was a “real” person and still had value, but also just in Boom being his mischievous self.

That’s when it hit me: Somewhere in my many readings in an attempt to find the fix to my being a limited, imperfect, and fallible human being I came upon a discussion with Marianne Williamson to the effect that a “miracle can simply be a shift in perspective”.

In fact, the next example took place about 7 months before I sustained my TBI which kind of blows up my theory that the brain injury causes any of my mistimed or inappropriate comments.

It certainly can be easy to take modern conveniences like public education and transportation, the communication network, or even the availability of different employment options for granted. In fact, I suspect most of us enjoy these benefits with little thought to the fact that until just 32 years ago it was legal to refuse access to many based upon their disability.

Deeply moved by the case worker of a young survivor who replied when asked about the young man, “What he really needs is a friend.” From this powerful observation coming from a supporter of a TBI survivor about their true need after David asked how he could help, KC has become a monumental gift to a community where survivors begin to live again.