Walking and Talking

At the ripe old age of 26 I suffered a massive stroke. So bad that the emergency room doctors told my family to prepare for the end. I laid in a bed for a while thinking I would die. took me two and a half years to learn how to walk and talk again. Im 48 now and have spent my life proving to myself and others that Im not a stroke victim. That I can do anything and do it better. Luckily Both my parents are Viet Nam vets, and wouldn’t let me quit. Dad was a retired Senior Chief and kept on my ass daily. 22 years later I still have no side effects. I worked in the trades as a commercial electrician most of my life. And still refuse to quit.

Author: Dale