Keith sustained a TBI in Oct 1989 when he was 23. For approximately 3 years he suffered a short-term memory problem, and for ten years dealt with a serious speech problem. In his own words, “I was like a computer with a good hard drive but no RAM. Anything before the accident I could remember, anything new I couldn’t. What my speech therapist told me about my speech problem was so good that in all the years since I have never used another: It was like the filing cabinet in my brain containing words was dumped on the ground, if the word I needed to use was on top of the pile, I could use it. But most words were not, resulting in a slow, delayed, broken way of speaking. So for me, I had to use the word again which resulted in putting the word back in its folder which in most cases enabled me to use it correctly in the future.
God has been good to me. I say that not because I’ve gotten better, my TBI is still with me even though I don’t think you would notice it if I didn’t mention it. But what I thank God for is Him helping me deal with the grief of what I had become. The old me had died. I have no recollection of my accident or what happened. All I know is I woke up in a hospital and being told of coping mechanisms I would need. I didn’t want to learn how to cope. I wanted my old life back. Surely what I was enduring was a bad dream and I would wake up soon. But the truth is the bad dream had become reality. God helped me deal with that. Any progress I’ve made is because God helped me accept what had happened.“