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Originally Posted by pwd72s
I haven't tried death yet, but I tend to agree.
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I met a fellow a few years ago at a the Emory campout. I actually met his son first. The son was very gregarious and struck up a conversation. It was evident quickly that he had been brain injured. We visited with the father over the course of the event. The son's injury had been extensive, and altered his life forever. There was a very long stay in a rehabilitation clinic where, as severe as the son's injuries were, there were many people much worse off. People who would never recover, never care for themselves, never communicate, etc. The father told me something that day that has always stuck with me.
He said "when you see (severely brain injured people) you realize that there are things alot worse than the big dirt nap. Alot worse..."
For the son, his injury, serious as it was, did allow for a certain amount of recovery. I ran into him a few years later (at the same event). Didn't realize who he was. There was a band playing and he asked me to dance. Never one to turn down a dance, I accepted! Afterward, I realized who it was and actually cried with joy. He had recovered enough that he could dance! I will remember the father, his son, and that joyous dance for the rest of my life.
angela