Possum ergo facit – I can therefore I do.
A little pre–blog written on my mum’s blog a while back. It’s absolutely amazing that I can look back in reflection and know that what I felt passionately about “yesterday”, I am changing today. And the whole Faith thing – well, that was the reason I was in a very dark place last year. She was kind enough to give me a psychiatric injury i.e. she broke my mind. But everything happens for a reason.
Today, as I watched my son walk a few steps unsupported down the hallway of the home in which he lives independently, preparing to walk his bride to be down the aisle in a few months’ time, I was struck by an inspiration… not difficult when you are watching a miracle walking.
I asked him to write something for the blog. He agreed. I merely cut and paste.
Some who follow this blog will already know that on July 4th 2009 my son was left for dead in an alley, a screwdriver rammed through his skull and deep into his brain. He was not expected to survive, and when, remarkably, he did not die, the prognosis held no hope for his future given the extent of the brain damage.
His decision making capacity, intellect, behaviour, language centres and memory were the areas that took the direct damage. Secondary damage hit…
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