
Very cool project I just stumbled upon. Click the photo to see the set on Flickr.

March is the Brain Injury Association of America's "Brain Injury Awareness Month" which serendipitously falls in line with my big ad research project on students with challenges that stem from Brain Injury. After going through tons of research and expert advice over the past few years, my brain feels saturated like a dripping sponge and I'd like to wring it out for the benefit of others.
This coming Saturday, I'll be participating in the California BIA's annual "Walk for Thought" fundraiser to support people in California whose worldview has been instantly and violently adjusted. The Brain Injury Association cites that of the 1.4 million head injuries in the US per year, California is the battlefield for 33,000 new cognitive casualties. Thousands of people who will wake up everyday and find themselves unable to potentially move, think, speak about, or understand what's going on around them. Every day, millions of people quietly join the ranks of what experts and policy makers are calling America's biggest silent epidemic.
Feel free to donate a few dollars (and share your thoughts about how to integrate Brain Injury survivors back into society) on the behalf of those who face the daily challenge of living in the thick fog of Brain Injury and who grope in the dark for some kind of guidance. I've met kids and adults, construction workers and Harvard-educated scientists whose lives have been shattered and who've demonstrated steadfast resolve in tediously picking up and piecing their lives back together. By raising awareness, you can feel better that if you, yourself someday have a head injury, there will be a better climate of understanding and support. Thanks to everyone who can afford to get involved and show some support.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.



