An event was going to happen that would change my life. My body and strength would be taken away. All that remained was my damaged brain, heart, and soul. It was my job to heal myself. I would build myself back from a wheelchair and a hospital bed. I would learn a great deal and speak of the triumph. This is how I want it written when the time comes.
Fifteen years later, the time has come.
Maybe They Left Tools in My Brain is the story of a young professional sharing his life's journey. It's the story of an unexpected turn of events, suffering his first stroke at the age of 28 and the incredible triumph that follows. Although his body and strength were taken away, he did heal himself. He did build himself back. He learned a great deal from the experience. And, now he speaks of the triumph. Jonathan's story encourages us all to never give in . . . to embrace life no matter what hardships are thrown at us.
As a stroke survivor, Jonathan is dedicated to helping others in similar situations and educating health care professionals on how to better work with their patients.
Jonathan Miller is a native of Pennsylvania and a graduate of Penn State University. As a stroke and Traumatic Brain Injury survivor, he dedicates his time to helping others in similar situations and educating health care professionals on how to better work with the patients who need them. He enjoys music, art, traveling, and spending time with his friends and family. Jonathan currently resides in Dallas, Texas.
5/5… I may be biased, as we may be distant cousins and grew up a half mile apart; his youngest sister and I were at one time inseparable (miss you, love you) so Jonathan was something of a de facto older brother. This does not change the hard truths he speaks herein or the hardships fought and overcome. Through his writing I can hear his voice in every word, and the running music theme cuts deep. He probably never realized it, but during my most impressionable years Jonathan instilled in me a taste and passion for music which still holds strong to this day (he gave me my first CD, and I also learned at a young age that U2 sucks). I was devastated for him when his ability to play guitar was stripped. In reading this, he is still teaching me something: when things don’t go according to plan, you can fight and you can grow. You just have to try. I’ve never known a charisma nor heart to equal his, and though I faltered in following his example for a time, I have not forgotten that heart and know I am now the better for frequently calling him to mind and striving to be the type of person he could respect. I strongly recommend this to all. Plus, I can’t be certain but I’d like to believe the ‘coked up Jack Russell’ metaphor on page 24 is a nod to the murderous beast I fondly remember as Arlo - my boyhood pet of 18 years, which Jonathan always found wildly amusing while all the other kids dared not make eye contact. #readingrainbow #outstroken #enterstageleft