"I had to introduce myself to a lot of people again, and had to try and remember people I've already met. But one thing's for sure Enoch, I never forgot you."
Rewind. We're back in Soquel California, and I'm visiting my friend Aaron Kendall. We met last summer both working at a summer camp, and our relationship quickly turned into something special -- I see Aaron as one of my closest friends. In the fall, Aaron had an accident with a motorcycle, and fell into a coma. The crash split his brain in two, and the odds of him waking up were so small, that his family was advised to start prepping for the funeral.
This is my first time seeing Aaron since the accident. Over bowls of hot oatmeal, he showed me his scars as he told me his story. So many times the doctors told him that he wasn't able to regain the strength at the speed that he did, but with each passing day his determination and physical health grew exponentially. Now, aside from some small physical quirks, he says he feels like the accident never even happened.
After he finished there was silence. It was one of those moments when you didn't want to say anything, because this magical presence of energy thickened the air like old molasses. When I first heard about the accident, I remember crying because I was afraid that I would never see my friend alive again. Now, talking to him face to face and hearing his voice, I am at a loss for words. I don't know why or how Aaron healed the way he did, but his story shows me that miracles can happen.
We appreciated the quiet moment at the picnic table, and while we were literally being swarmed with the largest quantity of Mosquitos I have ever seen, I wasn't bit once.
I left the next morning with the sunrise. I opened the door to where Aaron was sleeping, and said goodbye.
"Make sure to keep in touch," he said, raising his hands from the bed and waving them at me.
I will, good friend, I will.
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