Anyway, awhile back I asked people on Facebook for feedback and suggestions and that's exactly what I got. I was overwhelmed with all the positive feedback and it's help push me toward great things. The few suggestions I got were really good ones and I've neglected them until now. So this one is dedicated to everyone who wrote me with feedback and suggestions and it's specially dedicated to the person who suggested this topic. I hope you know who you are.
The reason it took me so long to write about this is I usually like to have two stories with every post but I only have one for this one, so lets hope y'all enjoy it.
The Story-
When I was in the hospital, my days consisted of the same schedule everyday. Wake up, get dressed, hop in the chair, take meds, head to therapy, get my ass kicked, eat lunch, more therapy, spend the late afternoon/evening not doing anything, eat, sleep and repeat. After our therapy was over in the afternoon we had about 7 hours to literally sit around and do nothing. Well, most of us would spend our time outside simply because we were trapped inside for the other parts of the day. While we were sitting out there we tried not to get pooped on by pigeons(seriously this is the weirdest spelled word on planet earth), thought to ourselves about where our lives were to lead and lastly, we talked. We told stories from the day, stories from the past, how our accidents happened, and basically any kind of story you could think of just to pass the time.
During these hours of shooting the bull and story telling we gained knowledge that was just as important as the therapy we were in and most of all we made friends. Friends who we've never known before but trusted because we had nothing else.
-Before I tell the rest of the story you need to know a few things about the therapy place. It wasn't just for people like me. It was for stroke victims, the brain injured, people who had no idea what was wrong with them and just about anything you can think of. I've never told anyone this next part and I really don't know why but it's one that needs to be heard.
During my months I was in this place, I noticed everyone who was in there. There was was a certain guy, who was from the 3rd floor(Brain injury floor) who I kept noticing but never really met because he was never outside. Along with this guy, was another guy who was at his side all the time and never left, so I figured he was a helper of some sort. One day, while I was sitting outside by myself, waiting on everyone to come out at join me, an unfamiliar voice asked me if he could join me for awhile. I turned and look to see who it was and saw the face of the "helper" I had never met before. I introduce myself, as did he and he said his name was John. After a few minutes of talking I finally got the nerve to ask what happened to the guy he was taking care of. He chuckled brokenly and said "well, it's a long story." I said "I have as much time as you do so tell if you want to."
A troubled look came over John's face and I told him he didn't have to and he replied with no, he's been needing to talk about it. The following was his story:
"You know, it's funny how life works sometimes. You know that guy I'm always with? That's my best frie.... Well, was my best friend. I've known him since I was 5 years old and we grew up together. We did everything you can possibly imagine together. About a month before he was injured we got in a huge fight over the stupidest thing you could ever imagine. I ended up punching him, telling him I hated his guts and to never talk to me again. Well, I haven't spoken to him since that day. You see my friend has a brain injury and he can't really think, act or talk by himself so I'm here learning how to take care of him and what not." I said "well that's great you were able to put the past behind you and help him." He continued "Yah but the thing is, my friend is brain dead now and the last memory he has is of my hating his guts over something stupid."
The Point-
This was probably one of the most heartbreaking stories I've ever hear in my life but I'm glad he told me. You see, we all have family, friends, colleagues and even enemies that we take advantage of. We go to sleep at night knowing that they'll be there the next day. But what if they're not? If you woke up in the morning and something happened to someone you loved, would you be content with how you last left them? My answer to that is no and I'm pretty sure yours is probably the same. Don't ever take for granted that your loved ones will always be there, because they won't. Let them know how much they mean to you in any way possible. If you do this, it will hurt when they leave but I can promise you it won't hurt nearly as bad. If your not as good with talking to people and telling them how you feel, write them a letter or simply just tell them to read this. They'll get the message, I promise.
Well, until next time, stay safe and I love you all.
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