I was an eleven year old kid delievering newspapers to the people across town. I rode my bicycle with the bundle on the front bars, so I wouldn't have to carry them, especially the sunday papers, as there were around 40 customers. Anyway, I think it was thursday afternoon, and I was coming back home after delivering them. I remember nothing about it. I was told that I was just about to cross this BIG busy street where we used to live back in New Jersey. They said the light was green and I had begun to cross on the right hsnd side. They also said that this one teacher at St Mary's Highschool was trying to get through a red light at the last second. I guess I saw her and tried (I was supposedly walking my bike) to veer off to the left or toward the center of the street. (She was coming from the right to the left.) I was struck. Hit the windshield, maybe? I was thrown off around 30 feet according to the documents. She veered more to miss me to the right, onto the sidewalk. Only, she hit and tore off the concrete can off the metal supports. I was unconscious and throwing up with blood everywhere. My mom, poor her, was driving by when she saw it. She stoped the car IN traffic and sorta zombied towards me, with tears. I only maybe remember trying to grasp the hood of the car, and the heat of the car was too much. I think I remember going high speed too. When they got me there at the Hospital, I was having convulsions ans they tried getting a complete CT scan, and couldn't because of that. They said that they would give me 72-96 hours. I was only making sense of anything about 2 weeks later. (I was comotose that long) They said that I had contracted spinal meningitis while in the coma as well. I had high fevers for quite some time, and had to take anti-biotics for a period well after I got out of the hospital. I went to school for a period of three weeks after, and I was functioning well, at a younger level. Yet, grades suffered horribly. I was taken out and put into an out-patient Children's Specialized Hospital where they had this 'Cog-Re' program. (cognative rehabilitation.) When I got out, I went back to school, and everything was pretty much back to normal. Or, so they thought. 14 years later, this year, I began to have seizures all over again. I hate it with a passion, but they didn't know, all that time, that not only did I have a big bit of brain damage on the left hand side, but ALSO on the right. They ALSO didn't know that I was having something called petit mal seizures all along either. So, finally, I am being taken care of. I was sent out of ICU about a month ago, because, again, they mis-diagnosed me. The damage on the right hand side was detected and they diagnosed it as being something like a tumor, or a possible future anyurism, in which case they would operate on me THAT week. Shameful. Anyway, as much as I can tell, I am ok now, and am not too worried about things as I have been in the past. I pray to my Creator EVERY day to thank the Creator for letting me live another day.
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