When you think you have somewhat of an idea there is always more to experience. This past month, I have been reading everything that I can get my hands on to help deliver a well thought out book about brain injury. Within my readings I found a thought-provoking question:
It is this tension between being and becoming that begs the inmate, soulful questions posed by every brain injury. What are we other than our brains? Is there a part of me that cannot be changed by a brain injury?