I call it a miracle.

I am home. T-minus 9 hours until I go under the knife. I am not scared. I just hate the feeling of waking up after being put out. Time passes so quickly.

I have alot on my mind. I saw John today and yesterday, and before walking in his room yesterday, I promised not to cry. I made myself promise. I walked in his room to find my best friend laying limp, barely moving. The energy in his room was low. John isn’t low energy, so I felt kind of awkward. But my mom slowly explained to be what was going with him. Together his mom and dad, who are divorced and pretty much hate each other we standing by my side encouraging me to talk to him. I found my standing in front of the person i confided in 10 years, and I didn’t know what to say. But suddenly something very highly inappropriate came to mind… You see John and I had all these inside dirty joke – about boobs, and your momma jokes, nothing clean enough for parental ears.
John’s face were motionless, his eyes were shut. But I looked down and said, ” John, there are alot of MILF nurses with big titties looking after you, I suggest you open your eyes.” And almost instantanously John smiled and opened his eyes for a few seconds. It was the first time he smiled in a week. I proceeded to keep him laughing and smiling. And slowly I realized he was my same old friend, completely aware of everything but trapped inside his body, unable to use it. By the end of the night, the nurses were encouraging me to stimulate his brain as much as possible. He remembers his right from left, and can raise his right hand to his noise. His parents were in shock. About 10 mins before I had to leave, I told John, I had bought a new camera. I let him touch it. With his eyes still closed, he felt his way around the camera, gripping the camera with both of hands, finding the shutter, he clicked about 10 frames, and smiled. We learned about photography together after my accident, and four years to the day later he was holding a camera firing off frames. Before I left, I said he has to continue to stimlate his mind, touching his nose moving his feet, opening his eyes, and I said give me a sign to so I know you will do this and he found my hand and squeezed it. I walked out the door and cried, his mom said, “We hope for small miracles and today was one of them.”

Tomorrow I will post one of John’s photos, tonight, i just feel like keeping them to myself