Hello, my name is Rick.
On Easter Sunday, 1994 at the age of 44, I experienced a very severe base of the brain stroke leaving me permanently impaired both mentally and physically. For years I was very bitter about t what I lost and took it out on the world, driving everyone that I knew and loved away. In time, with the help of a psychologist. I learned to adapt and be thankful for what I had left. It came too late, the damage was done.
During my extensive hospital / therapy experience I was told over and over, God has a plan for you”, “He isn’t through with you yet” and “He works in strange ways”.
As a form of therapy, I was given a website that I named ChristianSoldiersCross named after the horseshoe nail crosses that I learned to make to improve my motor skills as a form of occupational therapy. Almost every morning since, I get out of bed and stumble to the computer to write about bed time thoughts before I forget them. (My short-term memory is very bad)
While I was still a child in the fifth grade my teacher said, “You have a wonderful way of writing. Not many adults can write like you.” Every since then one of my dreams has been to to write. But dreams fade and life got in the way. Now, I’m thinking that this may be my chance. Maybe God really isn’t through with me yet. We’ll see!
I plan on writing about my thoughts, ideas and experiences, thinking that maybe while helping myself, I may be able to help others to cope with their disabilities as well. The irony is that I’ve always enjoyed writing as a form of relaxation, but now that I’m being told that is is a good way to excersise my mind as a form of mental therapy, it feels like work.
To motivate me, a couple of years ago my wife bought me a laptop to write and a neighbor of mine gave me a T-shirt saying, “Careful, or you’ll end up in my novel”. In the past when I sat down to write my thoughts, before I knew it I would have a story. Usually about the time my wife gets home from work to read and edit them. This has been going on for years. Surely I can think of something wize to say!
Everything article that I write about really happened, or at least I think it did. With severe brain damage and memory loss, who knows.
Please bear with us!
EvRi1
