A scene of life with warm sunshine and laughing faces would jump into my recovering head concussion and jump out. Startled at first I soon realized their importance and carried a small orange pad and pen to jot those memory gems down. The diary began capturing thoughts that appeared as pieces of my lost memory, a flash of recall.

Collecting thoughts on paper at 21 years old in 1974 became my medicine in recovering from the motorcycle crash. The value of relating…..