Back to the scene of the crime

I just got back from visiting Borgess Hospital, 3 West,  the rehab I was in directly after my stroke an d I feel elated. It was so wonderful too see the people who made  huge impact on my recovery and to see their faces when they saw me walking around, it'ss good to know, even in my post-stroke fog, I was able to make such an impression on these people. I also met a couple of patients  that are experiencing rehab now, onr patient was a young man, probably about my age, who was directed to this blog by my former R(Recreational therapist), Marsha. He was happy to meet me and seemed to have been helped by my writing. when I started this blog my intent was to find a way to process the myriad of emotions, and as I kept going and getting feedback, I realized that I could possibly help people by taslking about my experiences, but now I've seen face to face that I have helped someone and it feels great! so my message is the same as Jack Dawson's: never give up, Richard! Can't is a four letter word. At the end of our visit we went into my old room, now, I am a firm believer that we leave our energy behind us, and the crushing weight of the negative energy I left in that roomcame tumbling down on top of me as I entered. I felt the misery and hopelessness that I felt while I was there, but feeling those old feelings helped me to dsee how far I've come mentally. I no longer feel hopeless, I'm not pissed off at the universe anymore, it just has a tound about way of getting to the point and the trip reminded me of all of the important lessions I've learned as a result of this event. A blessin in disguise, truly.