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K Mark Schofer

I am going to do it anyways. I was a teenager all set to go to the prom. It was five o’clock and we were ready to break up baseball practice. I was a third basemen but, on this day, I was pitching. I must have hung a curve ball as the next thing I remember was being put in an ambulance.

The emergency guy asked me if I was nauseous, and I didn’t even know what the word meant. I proceeded to throw up blood all over the place. I imagine it was rather scary for my parents.

I spent the next week or so in the hospital. Apparently, I had taken a line drive to the head. I had a concussion and other things. And one of the days in the hospital it was my birthday. By default, I think I leaned birthdays do not amount for much.

Life goes on and I was too young to understand the irony in that statement.

What I remember was driving home from the hospital. My brain was now rearranged for better or worse. I remember clearly the world had changed. It was now deep into spring the trees had leaves, flowers were blooming, and the birds had a different tenor.

A few weeks later I went out to practice for my driving test. I ran over a mailbox. I should not have been driving.

Patience.

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.