No doubt about it. I had post traumatic syndrome. For a year
or so. After a car crash. In Yellowstone
Park. In August 2015. It’s a wonder. Maybe a miracle. That I, and two of my
Italian friends, weren’t killed. We climbed out of the wreckage. Relatively unscathed.
Physically, that is. But all three of us
had to overcome mental hang-ups. To varying degrees. We did it. Individually. In psychotherapy. A sign that we’ve all been
blessed. --Jim Broede
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