Back to Life!

Mind is blank as he opened his eyes; he hears the disturbing

clicks from the cold hard floor, harsh sound that Nurse's

heals make while walking. Everything was white in color.

He feels dazed and confused. He doesn't remember why he

would be in this cold, dim, room. He rolled over to see

members of his family. He began to start talking; but, then

he noticed that he couldn't. No he couldn't talk. He also tried

but couldn't stand up. He could hardly sit up. He luckily could

think of the words, only he had no voice to speak. This 15

year old boy was completely unaware of his current

condition. He could hear and understand words that

family/friends said. He had to "Try" to write on a paper to

communicate. Everything he wrote was mostly just scribbles

and people could barely understand the writing . He looked

down at his legs. His legs had dark bruises every where. The

boy, whom had been studying Martial Arts for years; He was

two belts away from his black belt. He thought to himself,

"These are pretty bad bruises on my shins." He thought

that he had a tough night in Kick boxing class; he also was

bruised and cut on his arms, and his whole body felt sore.

Even though he was there and with his family/friends all

around, and he didn't see any cops. The boy knew in his head

that he had done something wrong and was sent to jail. After

a couple weeks, His Father was pushing him down the halls

in the wheel chair. He finally posed the question to his Dad,

"Dad, Why am I in Prison?" He was serious as a heart-attack!

The boy had thought he was literally in prison all this time.

His Father looked down at him with tears in his eyes, and

explained what happened. At some point in time everyone

explained to him that he was hit by a car; while he was on his

bike, and had been in a coma for two weeks. The boy

couldn't believe it! He thought to himself, "Who in the hell

actually gets hit by a car?" Off course every now and then you

may see something on the news about an accident, but

there's no way that it was actually him that had gotten hit by

a drunk driver. He was told about his coma, they told him

that they had to put a shunt in his head to stop his brain from

swelling. The boy didn't know what a shunt was. He only

knew that he was alive and in pain. They told him that he'd

actually died four or five times before he got to the hospital.

Finally he accepted the fact of what happened. He hated the

hospital food; as most do. Even though it was a long ways

away from their house, his sister and her partner would come

visit at least every other day. He loved when they come to

stay the night with him. Every time they would order Pizza.

He would try to eat so much, so fast. He even got choked

several times. It had been about a month that he had been

there. The Dr. had told my father that there was no chance

that his son would live. The boy got a little better. The Dr.

then told the boy's Father that if he did come back, that he

would be badly brain damaged and unable to do much by

himself. The boy's dad was a very religious man. He & the

boy's mom prayed like crazy and had the whole family and all

the friends to doing the same. Everybody says it was a

blessing from God; that was brought the boy back. The boy

himself is kind of unsure about that. He thinks it was the

Dr.'s. that brought him back. "Who knows?" After some time,

the Dr.'s told the boy's Father that he was coming back by

"Leaps & Bounds"; His time was about to end at his horrible

place. Unfortunately he was about to be shipped to a

different hospital for rehabilitation. It didn't matter to him

though. He was just excited to get out of that place. He

finally got to he other hospital, and it was worse than where

he was before. Not only was it basically the same; only at

that place he had to wake up at 8 every morning to start his

therapy which lasted all day. He had to learn everything over

again. Walk/Talk//Speech Therapy/ physical therapy.

Everything! He stayed there approximately another month.

Finally they let him out with a promise that he would come

back in for Outpatient therapy; A week or two had went by

and it was the time to go in for a session. His Father drove

him to the giant hospital. As his Father was signing him in at

the front desk, he noticed that his boy was walking around

the lobby with a sad look on his face, almost crying. His

Father told him to come on, "Let's go." They went back home.

The Father had bought a few things, "toys" that the boy and

his best friend could play with in order to help with his hand-

eye skills and things like that. He never did go back to the

hospital. The boy had spent most of his summer vacation in

the hospitals. Now the boy had to go back to school for the

10th grade. He was embarrassed because he had a patch of

hair in the front missing where they had to shave his head in

the hospital in order to place the shunt inside his head. So he

wore a bandanna to disguise it the best he could. The boy was

not suppose to take any hard hits to the head because of the

traumatic and critical head injury he survived. So the boys

father and mother took him to his Martial Arts class and the

boy had to tell the Master that he had to quit. The boy was

crying right there, in front of the Master Instructor. That was

just the first of many things that the bicycle accident had

ruined. Three years later, the boy was now 18. He was dating

a 14 yr old. It wasn't a big deal because her parents really

liked the boy. That girl he was with turned out to be his first

love. He really did love her. One night the boy got a motel

room so he and his girl could be together and by themselves

the whole night. Everything that day had been perfect; and

somehow her parents found out, and was on their way trying

to find the couple. The boy was trying to rush his girl home,

but her parents caught up with them. They got behind the

two in town. They made their daughter come with them. Her

Father told the boy that he'd better come to their house or he

'was going to jail. The boy got to their house before them.

He stands up out of his car. The Dad pulls up, and runs as

hard as he could toward the boy. He runs up and blasts the

boy in the face with his fist. He was a bloody mess. After

that point, I don't know how things went the way did; but

there are many many stories that he can tell about life; as

most can of course, but most of his are somewhat different.

A lot of ups and downs & turn arounds. You WOULD be

entertained! If ya would like to hear a story of something

maybe crazy, or sad, or violent, or lovely, or about good

people, or Gangsters and Criminals, and Drugs, Just add a

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