One of the ways I have been saved, in a way, is because of the stroke I had. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t wish anything like it on anyone. It is not one bit of fun. It’s not a career choice I would advise anyone to plan. Plan for the unfortunate possibility, yes. Plan and hope for, no. I would gladly walk if I could in a meaningful way.
The stroke has forced me to look and listen to things going on around me. I still allow myself no get distracted at times.
So here’s a picture of me.
This is my cat, Mouse
So, one thing I enjoy is being wrong. Not that I want to be wrong. Just some people think I am and I’ve decided that’s good. I can live with being wrong.
Maybe I’m wrong because I have brain damage?
Maybe it’s because I grew my beard?
At times it’s nice to be wrong.
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