TAP client , Jackie M.
“He’ll never sing again.” On June 8, 2008, I uttered those words in the emergency room of a trauma center in Orlando, Florida. I was irrational. My faith was failing me. My husband had collapsed during the last day of a professional conference, having suffered a massive stroke that left him unconscious and paralyzed. He had been the most energetic kind of man—interested in everything, driven to do whatever he was doing to the hilt. Being the best—in his profession, piloting his boat, flying his airplane, riding his motorcycle, producing exquisite lathe-turned wooden pieces, and sharing all of this with everybody—these things made him the happiest. He had been an avid reader and a lover of music, particularly of singing tenor in our church choir.