Finding the Miracle in the Mundane


by Jenny Feldman

“So this is what you meant
When you said that you were spent
And now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit
Right to the top
Don't hold back
Packing my bags and giving the academy a rain check...”

- "It's Time" by Imagine Dragons


This could have been the end of my story - but it’s not.  As I sit here and write this, listening to a little Imagine Dragons, I am surrounded by mundane normalcy.  Piles of clothes sorted into darks, lights, and whites adorn my laundry room.  I have carpools to drive, dinners to plan, and schedules to arrange.  Bath time, homework, date nights, girls' nights, and emails to answer wait for me, as well.  I have two amazing little girls, a fabulous family, and great friends, after all - and a wonderful husband who sometimes needs help with all these things, too (although buddy won’t usually admit it… ;) ).       


Our  little family at a recent wedding
But every September takes me back.  September always sucks.
I hold it in. I count the days.  I try so hard to JUST. GET. THROUGH.
“What happened???!!!” 
 “Will she ever walk again???”  
“…Paralysis…”
"…Paraplegic..."
 “…Likely permanent…” 
“One day, there will be ‘bionics’…”
”Do you believe in miracles? I do.”

That last quote is comprised of words that were spoken by Dr. Ben Carson, during a conversation in my hospital room as he spoke with my family and me about what had transpired on September 28th, 1989. He is the Director of Pediatric Neurosurgery at a world-reknowned hospital in Baltimore, a position he has held since 1984 (at the age of 33).  He is the youngest doctor to be appointed to such a position in the history of the hospital.



Karen Roy Lets the Good Times Roll

Editor’s Note: You’re not beaten until you give-up. Although you may not know where you’re going or what you’ll eventually become, as long as you continue to improve and try to be better than you’ve been yesterday, good things start happening for you. Karen Roy from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, has proved that statement. A medical social worker today at Neuro Medical Center/Rehabilitation Hospital, Karen Roy has taken a journey to arrive at this position that demonstrates the courage of an individual and the never-say-die attitude that results in a successful life.

Karen Roy with her beautiful family in New Orleans.
Karen Roy with her beautiful family in New Orleans.
My childhood was spent in Marshalltown, Iowa, but most of my life was spent in Louisiana. My mom, dad, little brother and I had a picture-perfect family. My dad had an engineering background and sold large valves to chemical companies and oil companies. In Louisiana, the chemical and oil business was and still is a major part of the economy, and supplying this industry with equipment was very lucrative. My dad worked for Fisher Controls, which he said was the Mercedes of the valve industry, and became vice president of this company. I went to a very small private school in Baton Rouge, and, although there were only 68 students in my class, I had a lot of friends because I was a social butterfly. I fell madly in love at 16 and dated that same boy for 7 years. He was with me when I got shot.