In The Street

It is dark. I am in the street, driving downtown. W is with me. We are on our way to a meeting. At the intersection, I prepare to turn right. I peer intently forward, trying to observe any pedestrians in the intersection, searching for signs of a moving shadow in the street.
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Another Tree in the Forest

In my current public routine I have been careful not to divulge the fact I am recovering from a TBI injury. I do not want to stand out; I just want to be another tree in the forest. The reason for this is straightforward. When I communicated the fact of my injury to others, I sensed a retreat on their part, a distancing. They pulled back from the relationship. In some cases the relationship was brought to an abrupt end.
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Scratching the Surface

He remains fascinated by the brain. “Working with it teaches you about suffering, and the unpredictability of life, that the more we know about the brain, the more we realize we don’t understand. We are still scratching the surface.”

A neurosurgeon comments on his work

Scratching the surface is what I have been doing for the past 45 months. I have been an experiment of one in the unpredictability of life and all of those ineluctable aspects we still do not understand.
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