In March of 2020 just as Covid was beginning, I fell in the basement of our condo. My art gallery is there and I was stepping down from a chair after hanging a painting. My foot caught in my pant leg and I hit the floor hard.

This was on a Thursday and on Sunday I begin to get a terrible headache. My wife and I went to church that morning, but after lunch the headache was so severe I asked her to take me to the emergency room.

Because of Covid they would not let her go in with me and told her to go home and wait for their call. About 45 minutes later they called and told her they were rushing me to the larger hospital in our capital about 25 miles from our home. She waited anxiously at home not knowing what would happen.

She received a call from the hospital about an hour later. They told her I would have to have emergency surgery or I would die. The fall had caused a brain bleed. For several days I was in ICU on a ventilator and the doctors could not say what, if any, damage had been done to my brain until they could get me off the ventilator.

The doctor’s report to my wife was not good. He said I might have difficulty speaking or understanding others, difficulty swallowing, difficulty walking. Yet, within ten days I was home.

My son-in-law brought my art supplies from my art gallery in the basement to our dining room. There at the dining table I painted a lighthouse scene.

Later I entered this in a contest with over 44 artists entries. I won second price in that contest. This photograph does not do the painting justice (need to get a good camera) but the colors are very bright.

Five years later, I have absolutely no problems from the brain bleed. I was back to normal in just a few weeks. God is good!