I did not know what else to do. So I wrote. I wrote because the words were inside me and I was afraid I would not remember the events that surrounded me.
My father, Salvador M. Aranda, taught me computers. We used the "TI Paper" as scratch paper when we were little. I can still hear the refrigerator-sized, side-by-side and reel-to-reel computer printing boom boom boom.
If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was to write. No one could take that away from me. I had sustained many significant injuries in a car accident that spun my world around, both literally and figuratively. No matter what, I still had my brain and I still had my fingers. I turned on my laptop and wrote. It did not feel like work. It was just a release. I had nothing but time on my hands. Nothing but time.
So walk with me while I put you next to me. You get to see what I saw, to hear what I heard. Just don't wake me up in the morning. You bet I will have a pillow over my head.
No More Tears: A Physician Turned Patient Inspires Recovery
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