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I did have good night driving...

It was a little icy but I had a good night driving. I drove around the parking lot a little and then I drove home. It felt good to be behind the steering wheel again. After I went out driving we went to Mr. C's for dinner. The waitress there, who also works at the Court House, did not hear about my story, but read about it in the paper. Tomorrow or sometime soon I should have an iterview with KCWN Christian radio to talk about my situation. Overall I am really pumped. I really want to tell my story of God's faithfulness to as many people as possible. 

Taking God out of the equation, someone please give me a SCIENTIFIC reason for my recovery. The truth is that there is not one. According to the best science has, I should still be in a hospital bed somewhere. Putting God back in the equation, God is the reason for me being here. God is THE reason why I am here. There is no other reason. YES I am a driven person, YES I was only 38, YES I was in good physical shape, but NONE of that had any impact on my BRAIN. I could have been in the best shape and my brain would still be the same. Being in good shape may have helped with my re-hab physically, but my brain should have done rehab at the same pace as other people that have my type of stroke. BUT, I have had a REMARKABLE recovery. It has been only 6 weeks on Wednesday. I still stand in amazement at God's grace.

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