After I died, I developed a whole new appreciation for life. Surviving a stroke will do that to a person. I loved to sing; Motown, the blues, and jazz. But I became aphasic. For months, I couldn’t speak, or I spoke so haltingly that I was embarrassed to open my mouth. Those days are past me now. I’m intellectually alive. But still physically paralyzed.
I’m a retired psychotherapist; a good friend to men, who appreciates women. A family man. A student of life. I’ve been married to the same woman since I was a boy…I’m 67 now. But still a boy; wondering. If you find me here, say “Hello”. My journey may interest you. For me, it’s been transformational!