Flying Clocks

A million years ago

“Time flies like an arrow; Fruit flies like a banana.”
Groucho Marx

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It has been 20 years since I started high school.  20 YEARS.  The time sitting in Pre-Algebra seemed to tick backwards and not soar by.   I remember high school well; the good days, and the bad.  The memories that put a whisper of a smile on your face, and the others that when you pass by the school bring tears to your eyes.  Those moments are all gone, where did they go?  Left only to memory I suppose.  Listening to Adele doesn’t help.
High school’s over and done with.  Even the high school reunion wasn’t great.  I left that chapter of my life so incomplete, almost like those years were torn out of a notebook, a notebook that you used to doodle and write funny notes to friends in class while not paying attention to the teacher.  What did we do all those endless hours in class?  You know, besides daydreaming, whispering and passing notes.
After I moved on after the life-altering car accident my high school experience became happy again.  I had to learn to define myself differently, I was no longer the class of ’99 cheerleader, I was somebody different.  I had to learn to define myself as someone different, just as after a decade of working in a nursing home, I have had to re-define my life.  And that’s ok; my car accident was during a hard time in many lives, high school.  Everyone is so centered on themselves, my friend from the TBI support group has felt so uncomfortable around those “friends that she used to know” that she’s had to move cities just to feel like she could start over.

But aside from the hard times, it has seemed like my life thus far has flown by.  Being in college was fun.  Though it was academically challenging, looking back on it, it was a time in my life were I have grown so much.  Sure I still keep in touch with my Longwood College friends occasionally, through Facebook and Christmas cards and everything, but everyone’s married, and busy with their own kids.

I don’t even know where my post-college experience has gone, that’s something that eludes me the most.  I have learned great compassion and patience working at the nursing home.  My faith has grown through participating in different Bible studies and being an active member in my church.  I have known my husband for nearly a decade, which is in itself hard for me to fathom.  We have been married for 7 years so far, and I have been living apart from my parents for that long.  I have started another new chapter in my life and am very happy at the paths that  God has lead me down in order to arrive at the place at where I am right now.  Around this time 18 years ago, I “woke up” out of my coma, and have done so much.  I am thankful for this fact, thankful about my life now and thankful for all that I have.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
REMEMBER TO BE APPRECIATIVE OF ALL THAT YOU DO HAVE

About Danielle!

A young professional Longwood University alum, with a traumatic brain injury having previously worked in the Therapeutic Recreation field with the elderly at nursing homes in Fairfax, VA. Now as a TBI advocate, trying to help others learn more about TBIs is involved in support groups, as well as very involved in my church.
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2 Responses to Flying Clocks

  1. Fun Simplicity says:

    God bless you! 🙂

  2. Jackie Gentile says:

    Thank you for your uplifting post. I hope the “new” you and your family had a blessed Thanksgiving. I,too, am still struggling and hope I find my “new” space.

    Date: Fri, 27 Nov 2015 00:44:46 +0000 To: jackieg1314@hotmail.com

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