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       On whatever day I came home from the hospital, I came home.
The actual accident which occurred on 19th of May in the year 2007, left me bedridden.
Unable to walk, seeing that I had "parked" my car where one stood a cedar tree.
Cedar is the opposite than soft wood and upon coming into direct contact with my head, instead of breaking my skull, it blessed me with a severe traumatic brain injury, making the ONLY four words able to describe my injury...
<ClickME>>Way BETTERthanBAD<<ClickME>.

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People that know me now say that I can have some stubborn tendencies. All that can be said without thinking too deeply is THAT just as everything it too has a right and a wrong use. 

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