MEANT TO BE!

This little diatribe is going to be another attempt at writing a song a song for all my brain injured brothers and sisters. And no, it's not gonna be at all sounding like hillbilly folk singing this song. It's going to attempt to be sung to the tune of "'LET IT BE" by PAUL MACARTNEY of the BEATLES, my all time favorite group. Now first off, let me say this, my feelings about the brain injury I survived are I'M sure much different than the feelings others have about the brain injury they've survived, ok! Oh and this is not going to be exact, as it's from MY memory of how the song goes. . Anyhow, here it is. MEANT TO BE!

MEANT TO BE, MEANT TO BE, MEANT TO BE, MEANT TO BE, WHISPER WORDS OF WISDOM, MEANT TO BE, MEANT TO BE, YEAH! I FOUND MYSELF IN REAL TROUBLE; BRAIN INJURY'S TAKEN ME. WORDS OF JESUS COFORT ME! MEANT TO BE, MEANT TO BE, MEANT TO BE, YEAH!

Ok, there's much more to the real song. However, that's the only part of the song that I can think of words to. Now, here's what I really want to write. MEANT TO BE! I'VE felt all along from the very day I woke up from my little nap that this was all meant to be. Even though I found myself wearing diapers, it was all supposed to happen that way. Right down to the WRESTLING MATCHES with WINSTON/STERLING. It was all meant to happen that way. Possibly because all along from the very moment I first became aware of what I thought might've been going, on that I wasn't having a weird wild nightmare, that I thought everything was S'posed to be happening. I couldn't cry about the whole thing, still can't because I'VE still got that feeling. The only aspect, I could possibly, and may yet cry about, is the fact that I can't drive. Truth be told I really don't want to drive anymore. (Not) I think if I could drive just now, I'D freak out from knowing there're tons of other people on the road. I kinda have this self fulfilling prophecy thing going on just now. Where, I know TBI survivors don't like lots of people around from too much external stimuli or something, and I'VE tended to think or to let myself think this is true for me too. So, I think I'M AGORAPHOBIC because of the additive effects of multiple TBIs. So in a sense, I don't really want to drive, because there would be too many others on the road with me at the same time. And yet, I DO want to drive because, I feel that I need to be capable of driving if I had to take somebody to the hospital or something. Plus, I want to get the kind of car I'VE always dreamed of owning. Now, that I can afford it. It always comes back to driving, doesn't it? Well, yes it has to. The prospect of driving again, is the only thing I have left to live for.