Would you like that? 11 years ago, on July 22, 1988, at 2:22 am.,
...a nice man came into my loft condo, thru the sliding glass door, which I had left slightly open to create a cross breeze 'cause it was really hot.
I was "awakened" by a severe blow to my head. I instinctively jumped out of bed, seeing stars and a stranger swinging my sliding glass door jam at me, repeatedly. The first blow, which struck behind my right ear, created a lot of blood...I was seeing stars...I could hardly get oriented. The assailant continued to bludgeon me with the the 1" thick, 3 ft. long wooden dowel. I fought for my life that night. I had to. We struggled for about 90 painful, horrific seconds. He pushed me up against a louvered closet door and pressed the dowel against my throat to try to suffocate me. The closet door collapsed in, relieving the pressure on my throat. I blacked out.
I had a seizure due to the oxygen deprivation and the head injuries. After what may have been about a minute, I came to and he was gone...the dowel at my feet and blood all around me, all over me and on the walls. He decided to let me live...or perhaps he thought I was dead, due to the convulsions.
I needed 18 stiches on my head and and also, to sow my right ear back into place. The cartilage behind the ear was exposed. My collar bone was broken. In the ER, I remember how I felt so appreciative of my life. I almost didn't make it to my 25th birthday on August 1. Living with the effects of a head injury is a daily reminder that all the time I've had since the assault has been gravy, borrowed time, bonus round....
I'll consider your suggestion, mr.V.
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