Feb 5, 2020
6 min read
My Brain Injury Made My Life Better
On my son’s first day of school, I clasped his tiny palm in mine as we walked toward the end of our driveway to wait for his school bus. It was a chilly December day, and I encouraged him to walk slowly as I carried his brother with my free arm.
A thick layer of ice covered the driveway, and I remember thinking how I should have salted it as I slipped, falling backwards beside my Chevy Blazer. My head…
