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Walk of the Centipede: A Story of One Man's Journey Through Catastrophic Injury
By: Jay Clark , Aura Sanchez GarfunkeleBook Publisher: AuthorSolutions
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"A revealing tale of loneliness and camaraderie, dissonance and intimacy with hospital staff, and pain and triumph as one man struggles to reclaim body and spirit after a devastating accident."
-Ed Boyd, Ed.D, psychologist and educator Frank Garfunkel, dynamic teacher, activist, and sports enthusiast, slammed headfirst into the wall of a squash court. Suddenly a quadriplegic in a rehab hospital, he found himself facing the existential absurdity of total helplessness. Unable to write about his experiences, he documented his ordeal in a series of probing conversations with longtime friend, Jay Clark. Ironically, Frank, a professor of special education at Boston University, devoted his career to waging battles for the rights of the disabled. Fate catapulted him into the greatest challenge of his life. In twenty transcribed conversations, Frank spoke with Jay about a neurological system in chaos, "You're operating a puppet, and the puppet is you." Following a three-month hospitalization, Frank returned home, relieved to be in familiar surroundings but facing endless attempts to regain control of his "Everest/Death Valley" life. His conversations with Jay reveal daily encounters with vulnerability, bewilderment, and depression but also with laughter, gratitude, and love. Walk of the Centipede is the story of a fiercely independent man faced with utter dependence.
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| Title of eBook: Walk of the Centipede: A Story of One Man's Journey Through Catastrophic Injury | |
| Release Date: 08-12-2010 | |
| Publisher: iUniverse.com |
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| SKU | 9781450222167 |
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Walk of the Centipede: A Story of One Man's Journey Through Catastrophic Injury
Chapter One
Frank and Jay, Tuesday, September 29, 1992: "I Was a Mess"
Jay: Well, we're finally doing it after all this time.
Frank: All the words that I have been spewing out the last four weeks and two days, what's happened to me, what's happened to the people around me-and yet I was unable to write about it because I don't have the hands to write, unable to dictate because I just didn't have the will. One way is to talk with you, Jay, about certain questions or issues that seemed to be quite important.
Jay: It really feels that part of the healing is talking about it, not only for you but for everybody else, for people who may listen to this or read it in the future. Just talking with Aura tonight, I realized that the staff in the institution here don't know what this experience is like.
Frank: And people who go through the experience forget it. So that they can live with themselves. They forget what the nights were like, what the waiting and waiting and waiting was about. They forget about the pain, the, at times, hopelessness of it. Even my first week at the [medical hospital] is a total blur now. I remember bits and pieces: nurses; and the bed; and trying to get another bed because the first bed was so uncomfortable. And coming to the realization that it was not the bed at all, it was that my muscles had taken a trip, an acid trip, and were confused. Some weren't working, some were partially working. It was like having cement blocks, steel bands around my stomach, and pieces of wood along my spine, none of which had anything to do with reality.
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