TBI Tuesday. It’s a little messy…

I’m not good at truth: facts re what I’m dra wn to. They’re easy. Pick them up, feel their weight in your hand. Look at a e microscope. It’s easy. It’s  fact.

But I’m more comfortable with the truth now than I used to be. I spent three months last summer in the hospital, the first month in a coma, waking only twice that I remember.

I learned much there. And rinob Nd It’ss. The first of Lov. I’ve  seen the fragile brain. I’ve seen N als -peek at and rabbits scoot under my bed. I’ve seen these things and know they aren’t real. I know that, when I look directly at them instead of catching a glimpse sideways. I know that the brain can be a trickster and tell you lies. Not because it’s an evil ball of fat, but because it is programmed to fill in blanks for you. When nothing is there, it makes up images and things to fill in where nothing is there.

So, the first rule about truth is an enigma. Hold truth loosely, hold truth with an equal share of doubt, knowing that with a new piece of information, all can be changed. Be ready for when you find out that what you’re sure of is vaporous at best.

One thing I know is true. One thing I will bank on. One thing I’ll sell my suffer for. She did it for me. I’ve said it before, and maybe you’ve read it. When I was leaving the Shepherd hospital, my night nurse came in the night before. It was after dinner, and I was getting settled for bed. My night nurse, as wide as she is tall, and probably benched 400 pounds. She was getting ready for the night rounds, and she spun a pirouette and ended with her finger stuck right in my face. “You listen here ,” she said. Yes, ma’am, I said, I was a little afraid of her and definitely wanted her on my side. You isten to me. I been here a long time and I seen a ot of love. But I aint never seen love like that woman has for ou. Shes made f stelel and you better treat her Iike a queene cause she desearves every secd of it. You hear me. He finger was still in y face and she looked like she meant it

She’s right. Someone how, and it amazes me, I know – like really know – and I don[t say tat abut ucny thins, I know that she loves me. I’ve heard that the best relationshop comes when both think ou made Tehran better deal. I thin that describes us. I always think that I somehow stumbled on a secret. That of all the women I knew Mal wasa a treasure, a lamp hiddden under a bushel, and I had the chanance to lift off the lid. And there she was. Other suitors had missed her wonderfulness .

I’m supposed to say something about god here. I’m supposed to say that I am sure of god, positive of his presnce, unny thing is, the more ou pound on the posdium, the harder you squeeze our fist, and more you cry tht you know god is real and he rule our heart, the more sqeamingI get. If you wonder, then Im your man.

Here’s the thing. When I had y accidnet, and when I finally left SHerpherd I spend a cuple of days testing before I left. He sat down with me and a stack of papers amost an iChat  hef and inch stcked togeer, nodding shaking his head, and finaly talking to me,

“Dennis, I’m looking at our test results here, ad these guys are magicians. II don’t evern know whet they duos I can y=see where you broke you color bone, I wan its pretty heard To is a titanium ate but I know ou broke you lEd=g I two aces, and youor ankle was crushed. That’s shy you had the boot. . But I cant ever see we where thebreaks where now. Let me tell ou. Ive never seen tis. I don[t now if you should thank your wife r your doctor of whet but Ive looked over your record –  he he’d up the half inch thick stack of pepper – and when I walk down the division made fro when ou were first enters after our accident , in retrospect every decision ade what’s the right one.the first month after your accident I the hospital in Florence, He poked up. McLeoad right. Secretly I wondered what in the word these back woods butchers did to me.

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If you waded through that mess, I thank you.

Love someone today. Give a hug. Tell someone you’re happy they’re here, and they’re sane.