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Regarding My Brother - Semi-Graphic Photos/Update11 January 2015and help if you can. Even a $1.00 helps a little. If not, words of support will always be appreciated.
Friday, 17 July 2015
I'm just wanting to post an update to let those of you know who are following along on how my brother is doing.
For those of you who are just now seeing/hearing about this, my brother (Seth's dad) was involved in a severe accident (it was an attempted murder) July 17th, Friday afternoon. He was walking across the street to visit with a friend when a car carrying the woman who he thought loved him and another man. They struck him with the car and proceeded to run over my brother dragging him for about 40-50 feet before fleeing the scene. A neighbor heard the commotion afterward and called 911. My brother was rushed to Ben Taub Hospital which is our trauma ICU hospital. He has various head injuries, multiple lacerations and road rash/burns, but worst of all is that his pelvis is broken into 3 pieces and has also been broken away from his spine. His urethra has also been torn pretty badly.
He will be having h
Notes on a Psychiatric WardJohn Forbes Nash, Jr., was one of the recipients of the 1994 Nobel Prize in Economics — but he nearly wasn't: the Nobel selection body had expressed concerns that he might embarrass them.
Mr Nash was a paranoid schizophrenic. His illness had led him to believe, among other things, that he had been charged with creating a new world government that would lead to his being crowned Emperor of Antarctica.
Most people would call such a belief mad. Mr Nash himself, acknowledging what he had been through, said: 'My quest has taken me through the physical, the metaphysical, the delusional — and back.'
The same might be said of my own quest.
After a long and interesting life, Mr Nash, along with his wife, died suddenly and needlessly in an automobile accident. I was on a psychiatric ward at the time.
The point of these brief, loosely-structured notes is to speak a little about some of my fellow patients, and to illuminate the often obscured truth that people with a mental illness are
Dramas UnknownDark stones sing a silent
song that echoes in
waves of fading light;
wordless lyrics translate
secrets uttered by
whispering leaves to
passing clouds, disclosing
the madness contained
within mighty forest,
the brilliance and despair
of dramas unknown
to mortal hearts and
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