The Caring Bridge

I crossed over this caring bridge the sun shined so bright I hardly noticed the humvee at the light signaling green to go and what do you know bam in the blink of thee eye glass went everywhere my head slam into a wall of steel I felt my brain being tossed around bouncing inside my skull finally slamming to the back of my head my neck jerked side ways forward then back again the sudden smell of citrus aroused my senses under the orange mauve skies on this clear crisp day I couldn't believe my eyes stay focused stay with us an yet this caring bridge came right into the view leading to the greenery of hills just beneath the warm clouds a blanket of comfort the impact had ended and now this ticking I heard a voice say just cover your eye baby I in disbelief an yet I obeyed this voice placing my hand over my eye sitting in this vehicle in the desert hand still over my right eye my legs were very cold even though the sun was unusually bright today I didn't question this voice I thought this voice has to be God expressing sheer compassion for me on the last day I thought I began to count the ticking backwards from thirty to one when a blast headed straight for my face made contact am I alive this blast so intense leaving me breathless dazed as I awakened removing my hand from my eye I noticed this pinkish beige clay substance all over the wind shield and dash smoke was coming from the engine I looked in the mirror to see if I was alive is this real my eye ball completely fell I could see this substance had come from underneath my eye honestly I felt so guilty and so vain thinking solely of my beauty on the last day of my life I began fixing my face like a forensic dummy putting this puddy back under my eye piecing my face back together in shock I passed out again stay with me I'm not going to let you die I screamed why not can't you see heaven there in my view medic says no but I care for you I'm not going to let you die harps were sounding playing this beautiful hymn amazing visions of my loved ones began to come into view trying to get closer to welcome me welcoming me to this beautiful warmth I heard my grand mother yell it's not her time King suddenly I felt no more pain I felt new restored I wasn't afraid I felt this sincere warmth of healing and comfort prayers from this heavenly gathering suddenly I saw myself in a fetal position deceased all vanity escaped my mind as i questioned God am I dead a voice said yes dear child you are how can this be you promised if I believed I would die and live a voice answered do you believe I answered yes I believe he said than you shall live i questioned God again how God I can't go back in her she's dead God she broken looking down at myself in this fetal position wondering how god can fix me back this gentle light comforted me as my soiled flesh broken spirit was being mended by this wonderful bright image on this warm brisk October day on this glorious wondrous caring bridge of sheer compassion and Joy For My Beautiful Bruise Broken Brain October 7th 2003. Traumatic Brain Injury Survivor