Fifteen years ago my life changed, and for most people it would have changed for the worst, but mine has changed in a way that lets me help others who have the same injury as mine. My name is John "Darrell" Tindall. Writing works as therapy got me through some rough times. I feel that growing up was one life. The TBI was the birth of another. Sometimes I wonder if, when my mother was driving me to the baseball game that was the end of my life. I fell asleep and I feel like I’m still dreaming. Heaven will be waking up, and finishing driving to my baseball game.
I need to give a thank you to my first grade teacher. She taught me how to type in the computer lab, type stories, and have fun with my imagination. Thank you, Sally Hammack. I would also like to give a shout out to Dillon Tindall, my brother. He's over in Africa with the Peace Corps making his big brother proud!