Taxi Dog

Surviving a stroke will do that to you. I loved to sing; Motown, the blues, and jazz. But I became aphasic. I couldn't find words. Or speak them.

My damaged brain, my paralyzed body, failed me. But my will survived.

For months, I couldn't speak, or I spoke so haltingly that I was embarrassed to open my mouth. Those days are past me now. I'm intellectually alive.

I'm a retired psychotherapist; a good friend to men, who appreciates women. A family man. A student of life. I've been married to the same woman since I was a boy I'm 67 now. But still a boy; wondering.

If you find me here, say "Hello". My journey may interest you. For me, it's been transformational!