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Introduction- the one thing most valuable

I've washed up on desert island sand

with only a few things in a satchel, and this game to keep me busy.

"the one most valuable thing, what would it be?"

 

Intelligence is handy, no doubt, just like a Swiss Army Knife.

But put to the test it's usually insufficient in the real world.

Too small, too dull, falls from fumbling hands in a pinch.

A false security, Guaranteed to be lost when really needed.

 

Health? Tenuous at best.

Doctors' throwing educated guesses at me in little pills like a game of darts.

Besides, my Every Single Cell is re-made by every 7th year, a brand new me.

Just a reflection of DNA, choices, and environment,

health's appearance is up to daily fate.

 

Faith? in what, exactly, this book? I know I'm lost.

My Creator feeds me or breaks me whether I will or not.

by definition Greater than me, whatever name or persona that would be.

How can I constrain Him or Her to a pronoun, into my own limits, to keep

a tiny symbol stamped in metal, an impossible shield.

In other words, faith in my Savior comes with breath.

 

Memory? small fading pictures, receipts of illusions cluttering the present.

And anyway, friends to share them hopped a different boat, swam to other islands.

Perhaps a set of footprints will lead to Saturday, but for now its just me.

 

Anything left?

Looking in the empty satchel,

then fingers checking the corners,

I find a little gem:

 

Whimsy

Not big enough for confounding hubris,

too small to burden seriousness,

it's bright enough to light hope's path,

and light enough for awe.

Creative thinking in a pickle,

like wishing for three more wishes;

Whimsy is a smile or even a laugh,

compassion hand-in-hand with gratitude

and acceptance comes along too.

 

I'll keep this.

 

 

(chapters in the book:)

 

Part 1- Match Girl

1.  Disabled Veteran, Traumatic Brain Injury

2.  the Best of Them

3.  Incriminating Proof

 

Part 2- Assembling the Pieces

4.  Presence of Mind, Awareness

5.  the Facade

6.  Presence of Mind, Knowledge and Coping Skills

7. The Art

8.  Two Wheels

9.  the Value of Scrap Mettle

10.  Brain Injury Still Feels Like

 

Part 3- Taming the Sun

11.  Presence of Mind, Acceptance

12.  Finding my Soulmate

13.  Finding Home

14.  *** PTSD

15.  Between Horizon and the Sky

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