Early this morning I drove to the grocery store to get Downy. At the store, I bought bacon, stew meat, eggs, bacon and English muffins. This morning, I'll be making breakfast and preparing beef stew for dinner. On the way to the grocery store, I drove to to get my Mountain Dew, which is my last vice since the strokes. Returning from the store, I drove to Dutch Brothers coffee to surprise my wife with a skinny mocha. Basically, it seems like a typical Sunday morning. The severity of my strokes two and a half years ago makes this typical Sunday morning a miracle. This typical Sunday morning belies the fact that when my strokes happened, most people -- including my doctors and therapists -- believed I would never have that typical Sunday morning again. Consider this morning: I got dressed. Alone. I made sure that I had my wallet, my car keys, and my phone. I drove to Jackson's, Fred Meyer and Dutch brothers. I conversed...
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