They said that before the accident, I was a cheerful boy, that I was going places, that I had everything going for me. Honest to God I can’t remember much before the accident. All I could do was imagine as I lay in bed, completely paralyzed and unable to move for myself. I can’t even turn my head or lift a cup to my lips; all I am capable of is a simple yes or no.
But I have lived.
I could imagine my first kiss, imagine the first time I scored the goal for my team, and imagine graduating from high school. I could imagine my whole life passing me by, one single glorious moment, that I was not some sad human vegetable stuck in this bed, in this dreary place that always had a stench of death.
I imagined marrying my high school sweetheart, having two great kids and I imagine having lived a meaningful life without regrets. I imagine growing old, I imagine death. I imagine being surrounded by those I love except I’m all alone as I die; I want to imagine there is a heaven for me not a great nothingness as I ceased to exist. I-

