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Brain Go BOOM!<br />
Author/Survivor: John Cooper<br />
On the second or third night, it was time for the regimented, “Lights out and bed check.”<br />
I couldn’t sleep so my roommate and I quietly talked. Quiet like when I was a kid at a sleepover<br />
party and the parents told us it was time to get to bed. The conversation slowly led up to why we<br />
were there. He threw a debilitating zinger of a story at me about his childhood and growing up<br />
in Mexico. I slowly started pulling the sheets upwards towards my eyes. The incomprehensible<br />
description of his horrific battering, beating, and abusive childhood was almost impossible to<br />
take in. I couldn’t believe that another human being would ever treat someone like that! I<br />
cannot write about all of the stories and graphic details, but I shall disclose one story in<br />
particular. After watching his mother get beat to a pulp, his father moved onto him. His hands<br />
had been tied and after beating him senseless, he was locked in a dark room for days where his<br />
only so-called hydration and nourishment were self produced in a bucket (#1 and #2). His<br />
father’s actions would go against every Geneva Convention Rule established for holding a<br />
prisoner. His father made Hitler look like the Pope.<br />
I was brought to tears and felt a horrifically sad and inconsolable pain for him. I tried my<br />
best not to let him hear my quiet whimper as we dozed off to sleep. I couldn’t believe what he<br />
had endured and suffered by the hands of his own father. Crying myself to sleep that night was<br />
not comparable to when I cried when I didn’t get the opportunity to race Apollo Ono. That night<br />
was real; it wasn’t ICU delirium. I won’t write it, but to properly close off this chapter of the<br />
story, I wanted to write the F word in caps a hundred times over. This, along with his other<br />
horrific stories are burned into my brain and soul—permanently. I will never forget him or his<br />
stories.<br />
The next morning, he and I headed down to the dining area for breakfast. A female<br />
patient was attempting to pick me up and lure me into her room for some morning sexual<br />
healing. I confidently but respectfully denied her request. Later that day, she flipped and<br />
freaked out. She cleared off all of the tables with her clenched fists and screamed things that<br />
didn’t make sense. She proceeded to punch patients and staff members in the face and began to<br />
slowly move closer and closer to me. Was I next because I had denied her earlier morning<br />
sexual healing request? I quickly recalled that I could not get hit on my head, especially the right<br />
side of my head which was facing her. The two aneurysm clips that protrude out from my right<br />
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