No two strokes are the same. I was stunned today when my newest friend and his daughter came into the day room, the the physical therapists came in to work with Joe. I asked his daughter to ask Joe if it was okay if I stayed to observe be said okay.

He had his stroke two weeks ago, I was amazed to see him stand up and stay standing unaided.

I admit I'm a little jealous, that he has met me and I'm giving him hope I can only imagine where I could be if I had met someone long before I did 9 months post stroke.

But I need to talk to him on Thursday through his daughter and let him know how much joy and fulfillment he has given me by telling me I gave him hope. I was giving but I was receiving just as much.

Watching him work with his PT today took me back to my inpatient days and the realization of how far I've come hit me like a ton of bricks. I need to share with him that he has given me a great gift, by acknowledging my gift of hope.

Peace, love,jiyand prayers,

Jay