Saturday June 15 will demarcate the 23rd anniversary of the worst day of my life.
It was that day in 1996 that the T-bone car accident caused my brain to be bathed in my blood.
As I learned in my Psychology 101 course that I took one summer before I graduated high school, blood is highly caustic to the brain. I felt I needed to get a jump start on college. The injury put me behind the eight ball, so much to make up, or so I thought.