Bits & Pieces

There are many things running though my mind as I contemplate what to write in my health recovery blog. As things flash through my memory, I’m reminded that I lost a great deal of it after to my car accident. Some memories began returning about 15 years later, but some never have. One of the saddest things to me, still, is that I have no memory of my father baptizing me as an adult. It shocked me when my mother was recalling the day and I didn’t know what she was talking about.

I had just graduated from a vocational school, earning the title of valedictorian with a 4.1 GPA. My internship was at William Beaumont Medical Center at Ft Bliss TX, and where I decided to enlist in the military and expand on my medical career. None of these things did I ever imagine could happen to me. I didn’t even finish high school and got rather poor grades there. I aced the ASVAB and my physical, though being quite older than the other women. Most were in their late teens or early twenties and I was near thirty. Track was my best subject throughout school. It was a savior to me. I was a tutor at Mansfield College and I began tutoring soldiers to help them raise their GT score to enter a different MOS. So, here I was, in some ways at the best place I’d ever been in my life, then everything came to a screeching halt.