My friend, Keith, invited me to this event to raise money for stroke survivors and caregivers. I had a few minutes, so I looked at their mission:
To assist stroke survivors and their caregivers through the utilization of rehabilitation technology, research and treatment of the stroke disease process; and to provide support with community integration for daily life, recreational and vocational pursuits
This signified what I was doing. Keith was a stroke survivor and he thought I should hear about this. He was right: I purchased tickets for Jill and I.
We got there at 7:00pm and everybody was SO NICE. We enjoyed wine for an hour and then we sat down for dinner.
Mara, one on the organizers, spoke briefly, thanked everyone and said why we were all here. I thought to my self: I feel blessed to be included!
We had two of the courses. But now something WAS wrong. My wife ask me if I wanted to leave. I looked at her and said “No, I feel great.” But I didn’t feel great…but I thought it didn’t show. I didn’t remember much from that time on; I guessing it was 9:00pm.
I sat there but I don’t know what happened. A little after 10:00pm, my wife could tell I was in trouble. She quickly dragged me out.
The next phase was a blur. I remember walking up the next morning in my bed. I didn’t know how I got there. The last thing I remember was a leaving the night before.
Could it be that I was drunk? I had 2 glasses of wine in two hours followed by a few glasses of water. So, No.
I think the MESSAGE was great, but maybe I should waited another couple of years before attending again. I hope the other attendees didn’t see me leave. It was kind of embarrassing!