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Let me tell my little story. It was the end of February, the 23 in fact.My brothers wife had left him and I wanted to cheer him up. You know, the usual way, take him out to a club, introduce him to some chicks, get him drunk, all that good stuff. To be honest I dont have much recollection of that night, but I,ve been told I stopped drinking at about 12:00 and started coffee, because my lovely little brother was getting too messed up and I wanted to keep an eye on him. Thats the story anyway. Well, come 2:00 the club closed and we decided to get some breakfast. So my brother got in a friends car and Ijumped on ......You guessed it. A lovely looking 1995 Honda Magna 750. I was all ready to go . Well, except one thing. You guessed it again, no helmet. The road we took was a country one with little or no traffic and my brother and my friend took off ahead of me and I putted down the road. What happened next no-one knows. Except maybe me and I have no idea. Next thing I know Im comming home with a woman who says shes my wife , with two children who act like Im their father and a bevy of people who say they know me, and a slew of stories about when I was in the hospital. It would seem that I was in a coma for three and a half weeks and when Icame out of it I danced with my wife at the ICU. I guess, if you sayso. Ihave no clear memory of my stay in the icu or my passed on antics at the houspital. To be honest two weeks ago is blurry to me. Im not really concerned about two weeks ago or five months ago for that matter, I want to know what happened to two years ago, three yeers ago, Christmas last year, Thanksgiving. My wife tells me that the doctors told her that I wouldnt live, and then that I would but I would never be the same. Well, at least they got that one right. No one in my family,alot of my friends will never be same either. I am so grateful to be alive. I still hear my wifes voice and my childrens laughter. Im very grateful noone else was involved and injured. But iwant totake a second and say people, dont take insane chances.It can and will!!! happen to you. Of course all my TBI brothers and sisters already know this. To them I would say that this is NOT all defeating and there IS life to be had after this. I have been through quite a bit of shit in my 32 years alot to be frank, but this rebirth is by far the hardest thing I could,ve even imagined. Dont ever give up the hope. I sit here,metal band holding myarm together , left eye closed for nerve damage, left side of my face inactive, and my brain scrambled but I will NEVER give up. Dont any of you quit either. GOD Bless you all.