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I am a cerebral-vascular stroke survivor, which has left me with a speech impairment as well as left-side weakness. It is certainly better than the alternatives (paralysis/death) and I am thankful for that. I enjoy writing today as it allows me to communicate without the encumbrances of verbalization, though I am restricted to one-handed typing. I muddle through as best I can and hope to be able to contribute as much and as successfully as I am able.
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Haikudo -
NEW FRI END
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Nest lined with comments
Experiment al haiku
Write time to hatch eggs
Frozen scene waning
Rain chip ice from soft gray shell
Illustrating spring
Earth stretches awake
New friend chirp warm greeting song
Dance on wings of change
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sahewitt -
Haikudo,
Thanks for the haiku! I will have to read it several mores times to discern its meaning.
Have a wonderful spring!
Best,
St ephen
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elementalpublishers -
on writing: lazy days
you have a wonderful way with words. full with emotion and persuasive expression in the passion of thought.
with such a pleasure to be comforted by the shere delight of rememberance and conception of expression. fine quality literature. keep with it talented one.
when you find words you find yourself
close to a typewriter or word processor.
word 2007 is a unique creation to be used wisely.
with so much thought that needs expression only time would allow just a fragment to be expressed. i write notes on little pieces of paper and after a day or two go by my laptop is the only escape for them to be captured.
end transmission
Elemen tal Publishers
i stand before the world watching and looking. it watches and looks back at the one whocalls. it'sechoes resound in my mind.
scott m locke
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scottmartinlocke -
on writing: decades
your writing compositions have style and class. i like the way you think. you yhink like a philosopher as me. i like that in a human. reality is clearly real. do keep with it as i will also. good work. the inventiv mind.u ceatve intelience. the reality of it all is that we are just human.
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TJ02013 -
on writing: silenced by stroke
Great inspiring wirting brother!
Man I thought I had bad times and been drag ehrough hell!
I got to tell you that I'm in the process of finishing my new novel and would like to mention you in it as a true sorce of inspiration! Hopefully it will lead to new projects for you because you my friend have a true inspiring story that one day must be told!!!
God bless you always!
TIM
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sahewitt -
Thanks for the comment, Tim. Good luck with your novel. Is it published yet?
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TJ02013 -
Hey my friend, you should really put your efforts into publishing oyur life story. You as a writer and being so ill are a big inspiration to me and all of us struggeling to be affective inspirational writers!
God luck with all your work and projects!
Wishing you Peace, luck and happiness always a frien,
TIM
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sahewitt -
Thanksa for the encouragfement, Tim. I will continue to write as much as possible, I really have no choice as it is my one remaining creative outlet.
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Grigoroo -
on writing: silenced by stroke
Check out the project under the profile name IKHTE2 and consider participating in a true challenge to the writer's cerebral cortex. I have another contribution that will be added in a few days, but I welcome some new voices. Maybe straining your brain to build this story backwards will help in your recovery.
Greg, aka IKHTE and IKHTE2
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sahewitt's Featured Art
Silenced By Stroke
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On March 26 2006, I suffered a semi-serious cerebral-vascular event, which left me with a speech impairment that appears to be permanent. At this time, I am barely able to order lunch successfully, much less conduct work in my former occupation, that of a reinsurance underwriter.
Over time, unable to work, I lost all my savings and my living situation (my home, which was a rental). This left me homeless on the streets of San Francisco, not the ideal urban area to be without means. Eventually, forced to leave California, I moved in with my sister in Virginia, where I currently reside.
Initially, my doctor told me that my disability would lessen over time. However, after 20 odd months, there has been some improvement; I still experience left side weakness, which exhibits mostly as a lack of stability, which I counter with a cane when I walk any distance, in addition to my speech difficulties. The public interprets my speech impairment in a variety of ways. Most are inclined to think I am mentally challenged, which is preferable to those who assume I am under the influence of drink or drugs.
Mostly, I just muck it out, choosing to ignore the cretins, which most advice givers suggest. That is all well and good but does not change the basic dynamic of social interaction. Ignoring ignorant people may do wonders for my personal psyche but does little to offset (or solve for that matter) the basic issue of social interaction, which forms the basis of my communication problems. Maybe a bit of explanation is in order here.
A typical conversation for me involves thought formation (nothing new there) and then translation of said thoughts into a series of words that does not require too much difficulty getting out of my mouth. This in turn usually requires a bit of dumbing-down of the original thought (something I am loathe to do – but one does what one has to in these things). My sister is forever reminding me to slow down and articulate, which usually has the unintended effect of reinforcing the imbecilic impression with which I leave my listeners.
Of late, I have taken refuge in the art of writing, returning to a beloved pastime. Before my episode, I was a prolific writer racking up countless hours recounting tales from my busy youth. I traveled the country quite a bit as well as putting in a stint in the Merchant Marines, which travels provided me with detritus material for the gristmill of my personal tales.
Pre-stroke, I was also a c...More >>
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