Author: <span>Dave Hamel</span>

Remembering

In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, …

Second Surgery

So I survived getting hit by a bus. And while I survived I was not left without residual effects.  I had a constant ache in my shoulder what became more severe with use.  This was due to the massive amounts of bone that needed to be cleaned out, which resulted in …