Here is scary scenario. It's a post that has been contributed. It seems almost like poetry we can all, in one way or another, relate to...the incredible transformations people can go through after having a near death experience...
We invite you to share a story which can be mountain of inspiration to those trying to recover from debilitating injuries.
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I stare up at a white ceiling, completely at peace in the intensive care unit of a Washington hospital. There was measured silence in the stillness of dawn as sparkling raindrops fell outside my window. I was bewildered. Where was I? The return is hazy. Did my soul depart the mask of skin I wear, the broken body. I have no memory of that August night, no memory twelve hours before the accident and while in a coma for two and one-half weeks after hurtled from inside a truck onto asphalt into the depths of unconsciousness.
Floating upward,I surface. My eyes open. I was astonished to find out what I had been through. A fractured skull that severed my olfactory nerve hemorrhaged both retinas. My body was covered with multiple scrapes and bruises from the asphalt where I had landed, my feet bloodied by wearing only sandals.
My story changed my life. There was a major adjustment in living and attitude, and a distinct alteration of personality and thoughts, being deprived forever of my sense of smell.
I was lucky. One could hardly get to age forty without losing something - one's best friend from first grade, a few illusions, a significant love.
We invite you to share a story which can be mountain of inspiration to those trying to recover from debilitating injuries.
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I stare up at a white ceiling, completely at peace in the intensive care unit of a Washington hospital. There was measured silence in the stillness of dawn as sparkling raindrops fell outside my window. I was bewildered. Where was I? The return is hazy. Did my soul depart the mask of skin I wear, the broken body. I have no memory of that August night, no memory twelve hours before the accident and while in a coma for two and one-half weeks after hurtled from inside a truck onto asphalt into the depths of unconsciousness.
Floating upward,I surface. My eyes open. I was astonished to find out what I had been through. A fractured skull that severed my olfactory nerve hemorrhaged both retinas. My body was covered with multiple scrapes and bruises from the asphalt where I had landed, my feet bloodied by wearing only sandals.
My story changed my life. There was a major adjustment in living and attitude, and a distinct alteration of personality and thoughts, being deprived forever of my sense of smell.
I was lucky. One could hardly get to age forty without losing something - one's best friend from first grade, a few illusions, a significant love.