been sick for a week, and the weather has been so beautiful. today, i had to spend about 10 hours outside, and have been feeling better, so what happens? it breaks off cold, about 30 degrees, with a twenty mph wind whistling along.
anyway, i went to see a bunch of movies, and the one i was most disappointed with, was dreamcatcher. i read the book, and the movie dosent even come close. they piliaged the story, and the dumbasses took the wrong parts. all the best stuff from the book was left unsaid.
for the last few years, my philosophy on literature has changed. i used to read alot of high minded, conceptual type books. for the last couple of years, i have been reading strictly for entertainment. i think i like the entertainment angle better. expanding my mind was fine before, but after my accident, and the subsiquent recovery period, i think my mind has reached maximum exapansion.
speaking of which, recovering from a disabiling expirence isnt easy, often frustrating, and the rewards are few and far between. if you know someone that is recovering from something, dont forget to say a kind word, maybe share a hug. its not gonna hurt you, and it will mean the world to someone who is struggling.
i was reminded of this when i was leaving the recovery/physical therapy facility. as i walked to my car, lamenting what i have lost, and how hard it is to be what i once was, i looked between two parked cars, and a man was lying on the ground, cussing and hitting a van with a crutch. i helped him to his feet, and at that point he and i both realized, he had damaged his appliance beyond use. i couldnt figure out how to help inside, and offered to go and get him a wheelchair. the mans eyes misted, he broke eye contact and said " i havent always been like this. time was, i wouldnt take help from anyone."
my heart went out to him. his was a physical condition, and mine is a brain injury, but i knew at that moment what he felt. i lost nearly 70% of cognitive function, i have no sequintial memory. short term memory is a distant dream i think i might have had once. somedays, i have to carry a note pad from room to room, so i can remember what i went after, and why in the hell i wanted it to begin with. i had to relearn how to care for myself, feed me, walk, hold a conversation. im a long way from the man i used to be. i can remember what i was like, but only imitate that man.
that mans legs were whithered to nearly all bones, and he could also remember what it was like to run and jump or to get out of your car and not have to worry if you fell down, how would you regain your feet.
it felt like he was embarrassed to have fallen. i hope that he knows he was an inspiration to me.
anyway, i went to see a bunch of movies, and the one i was most disappointed with, was dreamcatcher. i read the book, and the movie dosent even come close. they piliaged the story, and the dumbasses took the wrong parts. all the best stuff from the book was left unsaid.
for the last few years, my philosophy on literature has changed. i used to read alot of high minded, conceptual type books. for the last couple of years, i have been reading strictly for entertainment. i think i like the entertainment angle better. expanding my mind was fine before, but after my accident, and the subsiquent recovery period, i think my mind has reached maximum exapansion.
speaking of which, recovering from a disabiling expirence isnt easy, often frustrating, and the rewards are few and far between. if you know someone that is recovering from something, dont forget to say a kind word, maybe share a hug. its not gonna hurt you, and it will mean the world to someone who is struggling.
i was reminded of this when i was leaving the recovery/physical therapy facility. as i walked to my car, lamenting what i have lost, and how hard it is to be what i once was, i looked between two parked cars, and a man was lying on the ground, cussing and hitting a van with a crutch. i helped him to his feet, and at that point he and i both realized, he had damaged his appliance beyond use. i couldnt figure out how to help inside, and offered to go and get him a wheelchair. the mans eyes misted, he broke eye contact and said " i havent always been like this. time was, i wouldnt take help from anyone."
my heart went out to him. his was a physical condition, and mine is a brain injury, but i knew at that moment what he felt. i lost nearly 70% of cognitive function, i have no sequintial memory. short term memory is a distant dream i think i might have had once. somedays, i have to carry a note pad from room to room, so i can remember what i went after, and why in the hell i wanted it to begin with. i had to relearn how to care for myself, feed me, walk, hold a conversation. im a long way from the man i used to be. i can remember what i was like, but only imitate that man.
that mans legs were whithered to nearly all bones, and he could also remember what it was like to run and jump or to get out of your car and not have to worry if you fell down, how would you regain your feet.
it felt like he was embarrassed to have fallen. i hope that he knows he was an inspiration to me.
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i met a girl once who had had a large portion of her brain removed in an attempt to control her epilepsy. it was so interesting to hear her talk about her recovery process. she said that she didn't have to relearn how to read, but that it felt so weird to do it. like she couldn't believe that was how people read....
I agree with you about Dreamcatcher. I saw it last night and was dissapointed that it ended up a bit sci-fi. Didn't read the book, so all I had to go on was the trailers to the film. Meh... at least I got to have some popcorn soup - yeah, I like it super buttery +o)