What I can remember by Lee Staniland
It was June 11, 1978, in Somis, California, so I’ve been told. Because you see I have no memory of what happened that day.
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Remembering To Remember
By Jonathan Davies
I always have dreams during my dark hours.В What am I trying to remember?В When my dark hours end, the light comes and pushes the dreams away.В Read more…
Tyler Sutton’s Story
В My name is Tyler Sutton and I am 39 years old. I have been a brain injury survivor since I was 22.
Like many young men of 22, I thought I was invincible. Things came to me pretty easy back then. I was #1 man on the varsity golf team in high school. After high school, I sold cars and made a lot of money for a 19 year old.
Steve Spencer’s Story
I collided w/ a tree in Camarillo, Ca. on Carmen Street in Dec. 09. They closed down both lanes of traffic for 3 hours because they could not get me out of the car. After awhile they brought the “Jaws of Life” and tore me out from my Nissan Pathfinder. This took three hours. I sometimes daydream how long three hours is. Truly a miracle I am alive. I layed there a bleeded out to 1 unit of blood. If you look at me I have no facial scars but asВ w/ brain injuries the scars are not seen. They hide in the deep recesses of your head w/ sometimes outwardly signs of dysfunction.
Gina Bartoromo’s Story
Gina Bartoromo’s Story
My Story:
I knew I was struggling. I was aware I was cold. I had no idea my life was at risk. Even as I write these words, it doesn’t feel like my story, like it happened to me. I don’t know how it happened. I am amazed that my brain shut down at that exact moment. But I have been told from various perspectives how I fell down that mountain. As I flew at an estimated 30 miles per hour crashing against the rock, airborne at times, my spirit soared away from my poor flailing body.