One blog post at a time.
Due to the TBI on my right frontal temporal lobe, I am a typical brain injury patient… I remember the before, which I just wrote about and I remember the during, which I also just talked about… Now do I remember the after??? Many months would pass and I would…
The answer to that is Freda, mother… she gave me my first clue something wasn’t right in my memory and she proceeded to give me…

I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…