Taking Chances Trumps Being Perfect

This is what my broken brain proves for me

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So, as many of you know, when I was in college, I had the Epstein Barr virus and it didn’t just give me mono. It attacked my brain a bit. For a few months I had pretty bad and pretty constant seizures.

This did some things.

I was no longer able to visualize things in my head or perfectly replay conversations, which had been one of my greater brain talents. I’d hear a verbal cue (or read one on a test paper) and be able to recount what people or teacher’s said.

That super power was gone.

And in its place?

In its place was a brain that was much more likely to have seizures than most brains, but also a brain that has a lot of whole word hitches when it comes to my own writing.

Tree for through?

I’ve done it.

Balance Rock for Black Friar?

I’ve done it.

Fornication for fortification?

Probably my best one yet.

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