L
UCKY
A ive
to be
CONNOR TURCOTTE
It is February 12th. This day probably holds no significance to the majority of you fine people out there. For me, this date is one that I shall be unlikely to forget because I choose to remember it. Regrettable as it may have seemed then. The lessons gained even after only two brief years compel me to say that I wouldn't change what happened if such a power was granted to me.
It is here that I would like to share my reflection on a day that altered the course of my existence. This day in 2012 was as brilliantly peculiar as any I can remember. The sun rose over the sky, denying the season its chilly bite. Light and warmth reached out over the land seeing the blanket of wet snow lifted. Such great fortune it appeared to be that when the following misfortune found me. I certainly couldn't have been less prepared. Good times brought me to bad times which are often just the way the world turns.
For a grievous injury was inflicted that day. A conflict between man and the forces of nature, that's why I'm this way. My skull fractures numbered four. Luckily, I hit the right side! Sinus cavity shattered, eye socket, jaw, temple, trampled and battered. Three of them were to heal, taking no toll on right now. One remains with me and will continue too, so I suspect. For under my temple there lies my mind. Severed by fracture was my tie to sound on that side.