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1 " Without warning, something struck me in the head. It felt like a railroad tie had been driven through the top of my head, into my skull, and out my left eye socket. The pain was excruciating, as if a bowling ball had fallen on my head, and shuddered through my whole body. "
― Kathleen Klawitter , Direct Hit: A Golf Pro's Remarkable Journey back from Traumatic Brain Injury
2 " Woman of Mother Earth Oh, what is this I’m feeling, Mother Earth beneath my feet . . . Endless roots journey, through freshrich soil, grounded and strong. Forever reaching, forever pulsingout the beat. A voice of a thousand mothersin synchronicity. Let yourself be seeded in the womb,belly of heart and soul,And all that is grown, the richestgift ever known. Wisdom of the land, nurtured by hand,Are the women who give birth, tothe children of the Earth. Plants and trees and flowers and seedsBreathe life with energy fromthe sun and rain. As in me, I remain, a woman of the Earth. That is this feeling . . . I amwoman of Mother Earth. "
3 " Later, I learned a golfer was hitting from the ninth tee with his comrades. He had been drinking a few beers and thought he could drive the green. His aim was dangerously off, and he managed to hit the golf ball over the clubhouse, a mere 200 yards away. To my misfortune, it struck me on the head with the force of something much larger. My young, vibrant, and motivated life, as I knew it, changed in an instant. "
4 " Simple tasks became monumental nightmares. A short trip to vote turned into a long, nerve-wracking experience. The voting booths were conveniently located just around the block from my house. I jumped into the car, and I was suddenly overcome with dizziness when I tried to look left and right. I kept driving, thinking I would get there shortly. But something went wrong. Much time passed, and I had no clue where I was. It was now dark outside, and I was lost. I caught a whiff of ocean water, which was at least a half-hour away from my home. Frightened and confused, I pulled over and cried. "
5 " My parents were delighted that I was getting the help I needed, although I did not fully disclose the details of my living situation with them. While I was growing up, my projected role in the family was to always be the strong one. I was the mediator, or “Miss Perfect” as some family members would say, so I was usually clear on what I told them. With my traumatic brain injury, it was a bit different, so I didn’t share much of the daily happenings with my parents, except for the therapy sessions. "
