Mark had an awful headache one night so he went to bed to lay down. That night he suffered a brain aneurysm. That same morning, doctors told Mark's wife, Wilma that he may not make it through the night, which confused her because it was already close to early morning hours.
Miraculously, Mark survived; however, his brain suffered terrible damage. An occupational therapy assistant worked with him every single day so he could relearn almost all small and large motor functions.
During the camping road trip I took this past July, we stayed at the cabin of Katie's parents friends. This is where I met Wilma and Mark the previous year. This year's visit with Mark hit me harder than the first. He loves Bosco (our dog). He kept looking at him and smiling. He asked how old he was and what his name was multiple times a day. On the last day, Mark remembered Bosco's name. A couple of times throughout the trip, Mark would follow me as I took a walk around the cabin with Bosco. He talked to me and laughed and we just talked and walked along the lake. There was something about him that was so blissful. So gentle. Later that same night, I got talking with Wilma. She told me Mark's story. I was changed.
Although I have only met Mark and Wilma twice. Each time I have been intensely inspired. Never having felt like that about someones situation before...it got me thinking...I believe I could do that. I am patient, willing to wait for results, and most of all...I actually feel passionate.
I am not naive. I know that every client won't be as kind as Mark and not every family member will be as patient as Wilma, but God planned for me to meet them. He planned for me to feel inspired enough to try school again.
