Today I went to Saint Alphonsus Hospital have lunch with a fellow stroke survivor and two wonderful people who work at the hospital. One is a nurse and the other one is a speech therapist.
Both of them are saints in my eyes.
The speech therapist told me that a 35-year-old man just had a stroke and has aphasia like me.
After lunch, we visited him with his speech therapist, his fiancé and his parents.
His dad commented that he read a poster about me. I forgot that there is a poster of me on the rehab floor.
The basic reason for the poster is to give people some hope. I agreed to do the poster just because I wanted to let people know that there’s always hope.
Is fitting that I have lunch with a stroke survivor and his wife who visited me in my hospital room five and half years ago. I thought my life is over. They really comforted me during those dark days. He said that God has a plan for me and it might be giving hope to stroke survivors. And I agreed.
We both talked about giving back and being useful. I actually said that when I have dark days where I just want to crawl into a hole and hide, I realize that I cannot.
I am grateful that I have the ability to reach people and use my strokes story.
Was it a coincidence that 10 minutes later I found out about this new stroke survivor?
I do not think it was a coincidence.
When I met the stroke survivor today, I could see in his eyes the loss. He seemed scared which is completely understandable.
We chatted and I basically said that I could not talk at all after my strokes. I sad that every stroke is different but you will get better.
Perhaps this is God’s plan for me.
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