Tbi Quotes

you are not an athlete because of what you can do, but because of who you are: a team player, someone who never quits, who strives to be his personal best, and who believes in fair play.

I line my pills up in formation, like they’re about to be inspected. It’s time for roll call, motherfuckers: Zoloft for depression (Here!), Abilify for depression (Here!), Klonopin for anxiety (Here!), Oleptro and Lunesta for sleep (Here! Here!), Neurontin for phantom limb pain (Here!), ibuprofen for TBI headaches (Here!). If I stare at the pills long enough, they start floating like tiny stars in the sky.

A few days later, Tuesday quietly crossed our apartment as I read a book and, after a nudge against my arm, put his head on my lap. As always, I immediately checked my mental state, trying to assess what was wrong. I knew a change in my biorhythms had brought Tuesday over, because he was always monitoring me, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Breathing? Okay. Pulse? Normal. Was I glazed or distracted? Was I lost in Iraq? Was a dark period descending? I didn't think so, but I knew something must be wrong, and I was starting to worry...until I looked into Tuesday's eyes. They were staring at me softly from under those big eyebrows, and there was nothing in them but love.

Battling for our Wounded Warriors to have a better tomorrow for what they battled for US yesterday.

Without struggle there is no progress.

I never forgot who Queena was before the attack, but she was so different now that it almost felt like I had a third child.

September 1995: Mark and I had our well documented book entitled TRANCE Formation of America published, complete with irrefutable graphic details which are in themselves evidence to present to Congress, all factions of law enforcement including the FBI, CIA, DIA, DEA, TBI, NSA, etc., all major news media groups, national and international human rights advocates, both American Psychological and Psychiatric Associations, the National Institute of Mental Health, and more… to no avail. TRANCE thoroughly exposes many of the perpe-TRAITORS and their agenda replete with names, which raises the question “why haven't we been sued?” The obvious answer is that the same “National Security Act” that continues to block our access to all avenues of justice and public exposure also prevents these criminals from inevitably bringing mind control to light through court procedures, an opportunity we would welcome. Meanwhile, as reported by both APAs, survivors of U.S. Government sponsored mind control began to surface all across our nation. The first to encounter the vast number of survivors were law enforcement and mental health professionals, and these professionals began to ask questions. in other countries, answers are being provided through somewhat less controlled media, reflecting the CIA's involvement in Project MK Ultra human rights atrocities. A television documentary entitled The Sleep Room aired across Canada by the Canadian Broadcast Corp. in the spring of 1998. Dr. Martin Orne, an associate boasted by Dr. William Mitchell M.D., Ph.D. who thrust Kelly into Vanderbilt's cover-up attempt (re: p.14), is named as an accomplice to Dr. Ewing Cameron's MK Ultra 'experiments' in Montreal, Quebec. Additionally, it should be known that Dr. Cameron went on to found the American Psychiatric Association, which has helped to maintain America's mental health profession in the dark ages of information control.

For we know that if  kthe tent that is  lour earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God,  ma house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2For in this tent  nwe groan, longing to  oput on our heavenly dwelling, 3if indeed by putting it on [1] we may not be found naked. 4For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal  pmay be swallowed up by life. 5He who has prepared us for this very thing is God,  qwho has given us the Spirit as a guarantee. 6So we are always of good courage. We know that  rwhile we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, 7for  swe walk by faith, not  tby sight. 8Yes, we are of good courage, and we  uwould rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 9So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to  vplease him. 10For  wwe must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ,  xso that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil.

EPHESIANS 3 For this reason I, Paul,  o a prisoner for Christ Jesus  p on behalf of you Gentiles— 2assuming that you have heard of  q the stewardship of  r God’s grace that was given to me for you, 3 s how the mystery was made known to me  t by revelation,  u as I have written briefly. 4 v When you read this, you can perceive my insight into  w the mystery of Christ, 5which was not made known to the sons of men in other generations as it has now been revealed to his holy apostles and prophets by the Spirit. 6This mystery is [1] that the Gentiles are  x fellow heirs,  y members of the same body, and  z partakers of the promise in Christ Jesus through the gospel. 7 a Of this gospel I was made  b a minister according to the gift of  c God’s grace, which was given me  d by the working of his power. 8To me,  e though I am the very least of all the saints, this grace was given,  f to preach to the Gentiles the  g unsearchable  h riches of Christ, 9and  i to bring to light for everyone what is the plan of the mystery  j hidden for ages in [2] God  k who created all things, 10so that through the church the manifold  l wisdom of God  m might now be made known to  n the rulers and authorities  o in the heavenly places. 11This was  p according to the eternal purpose that he has realized in Christ Jesus our Lord, 12in whom we have  q boldness and  r access with  s confidence through our  t faith in him. 13So I ask you not to lose heart over what I am suffering  u for you,  v which is your glory.

I have a lot of interests that keep me busy in addition to the TBI Waiver

Fighting The Daily Battle Together Against Suicide, PTSD, TBI And Depression.

In Conclusion Please share my experience with someone affected with a TBI

In the Eighties, the FBI and TBI (Tennessee Bureau of Investigation) ran a crackdown on East Tennessee and Kentucky. The crackdown was meant to ensnare public officials – namely sheriffs and judges – for allowing illegal gambling machines to be placed in their districts. They would codename this investigation “Mach-Tenn”. Instead of gambling machines, the Feds would stumble onto the largest smuggling operation in the history of the United States, one that would involve more elected officials than any other single criminal enterprise in the Twentieth Century.

The TBI Waiver provided funding for additional services not covered by my insurance.

Trying to find the proper care in a civilization where only a small part of the population will ever understand what you are going through is a burden many first responders are saddled with. PTSI, injuries, and politics weigh heavily on the officer, yet we continue to turn a blind eye to them. We have made officers into robotic super heroes that aren’t allowed feelings, intellect, or human error. They have been ostracized by society and stripped of their basic human behaviors. We also have yet to admit there are husbands, wives, children, and parents actively involved in these officers’ lives hoping to help them cope with their trauma. Families who do more than make sure they get enough sleep, a hot meal and fresh uniforms in the closet. The faces of the families are yet to be seen.

These days I have a ton of things to smile about. I feel like an adult again. I hope by reading this book, you or someone you care about will see that there will be things for you to smile about, even small things, as you work to recover from a TBI or another disability.

Just because you can’t see my injury doesn’t mean I don’t have one. Traumatic Brain Injuries take many forms, from the person who lives their life with few problems to those who live in a vegetative state. I’m thankful that my accident didn’t take my ability to walk and talk.  I pray for those whose injury is more severe than mine.  Still, my brain injury has taken a lot from me and I live with its affects everyday.

6So we are always of good courage. We know that  rwhile we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, 7for  swe walk by faith, not  tby sight. 8Yes, we are of good courage, and we  uwould rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 9So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to  vplease him. 10For  wwe must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ,  xso that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil.

Or I can try to educate them about TBI, tell them that brain injury is an event from which one never fully recovers. The aftereffect of a major blow to the head is a lifelong, chronic condition that will have its flare-ups and remissions. And a severe brain injury inevitably causes personality changes.

For my husband, there is no such thing as a minute ago, there is no but we’ve been sitting here for an hour and a half. That information has nowhere to lodge in Rich’s consciousness. He has a collapsing past. If he doesn’t remember, he doesn’t believe. And if everything is now, what’s the rush? I used to try and coax him, nudge him on (the TBI phrase is “redirect”), but that only made him angry and confused. So I have adapted. I join him. We sit and steep ourselves in 10:37, a single moment, while outside this room an hour disappears, bypassing us. I am always surprised when I look at the clock to find how long we’ve been there.

rapid rotation or deceleration of the brain causes stretching of these nerve cells on a cellular level, the brain’s normal transmission of signals (information) is disrupted,

under the guise of Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) and to microchip human brains. Direct from DARPA’s website, we read about their Restoring Active Memory (RAM) program:

Improving Traumatic Brain Injury (tbi), or concussion, Outcomes/Treatment: We are really excited about this. A blow to the head leads to an energy crisis in the brain, so the brain starts taking in as much glucose as it can. The more glucose available, the more the brain takes in. But just like the rest of our body, the brain becomes insulin resistant and inflamed. The inflamed brain isn’t able to get nutrients, making it a starving and inflamed brain. Not a good combo, and one that leads to a nasty progressive cascade. But animal research on concussion (yeah, it’s not pretty research) has found that following a concussion, ketones can be taken up instead of glucose which could prevent the rapid uptake of glucose, could still solve the energy crisis in the brain, and provide antioxidant benefits in the brain.61 Ketones should be on the sidelines at football games, not Gatorade—especially since there is evidence that ketones could be good in both the short-term and long-term treatment of tbi.62 Cancer: This will take another

The privilege of leaning on God, and others, when I couldn’t stand strong on my own may not have been the reasons why tragedy and suffering had visited us. But these blessings would not have been experienced if tragedy and suffering had not visited us.

file to my right is Brian Gant’s. I open the package, remove the thick sheaf of papers, and begin to read them carefully. Gaines was born in 1966. He was first convicted of aggravated rape at the age of nineteen. He served ten years and was paroled in February of 1995, just two months before Brian Gant’s mother-in-law was murdered. I find the section that contains Gaines’s parole records. They show that in February of 1995, he moved in with a woman named Clara Stoots. As I look at Clara Stoots’s address, an alarm bell goes off inside my head. I grab Brian Gant’s file and quickly locate a copy of the original police report of the murder. I’m looking for the mother-in-law’s address. When I find it, I begin to slowly shake my head. “No,” I say out loud. “No.” Clara Stoots’s address in April of 1995 was 136 Old Oak Road, Jonesborough, Tennessee. Shirley LaGuardia, Brian Gant’s mother-in-law, lived at 134 Old Oak Road, Jonesborough, Tennessee. At the time of her murder, Earl Gaines was living right next door. I dig back through Gaines’s file, curious about one thing. At the bottom of the stack are several booking photos of Gaines. I fold my arms on the desk in front of me, drop my head onto them, and start slamming my fist onto the desk in anger and frustration. As little Natalie first told the police—Gaines looked very much like Uncle Brian. Chapter Fifty-Nine Anita White walks unannounced into my office an hour and a half later wearing a smart, navy blue pant suit but looking a bit frazzled. She sits down across the desk from me without saying a word. I’ve called her a couple times since our conversation at the restaurant the morning they arrested Tommy Miller, but she hasn’t answered and hasn’t returned the calls. I wonder whether she’s looking for another apology from me. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you,” I say. “I’ve been out of the country.” “Vacation?” “I took a few personal days, but I worked the entire time I was gone.” “Really? On what?” “It started with the forensic analysis of Judge Green’s computer. Our analyst found out that someone had hacked into the judge’s computer not long before he was killed. He investigated, like all good TBI agents do, and found that the computer the hacker used was located in another country.” “And what country was that?” “Canada.” The look on her face is almost, but not quite, smug. There’s a gleam in her eye that tells me she knows something that I don’t. I can tell she’s dying to spit it out, but first she wants to enjoy her little game. “Canada’s a big country,” I say. “Yes, and Vancouver’s a big city.” The thought germinates in my mind and begins to grow quickly. Vancouver. Canada. Judge Green. Computer hacker. What do they have in common? It dawns on me suddenly, but I’m afraid to be too optimistic. What has she learned? How far has she taken it? “Talk to me,” I say. “When I saw the Vancouver address, I remembered the case against the pedophile that Judge Green threw out on a technicality. So I got online and looked it up. David Dillinger was the witness that the judge held in contempt that day. So I started doing my job. I checked with airlines at the Tri-Cities airport and found out that David Dillinger flew back here three days before Judge Green was murdered.