So, he went to Mayo Clinic seeking for answers. In fact, he’d gotten five different diagnoses from five different doctors and was understandably flummoxed. I had a client a few years back whose medical struggles were of mysterious origin, not clear-cut like mine. Without context, this sounds like a mugging. So, let me say it again: In the summer of 1997, I went downtown early one morning and a man with a mask knocked me out, slit my throat, and took my money. The procedure was successful and, gratefully, I’ve been fine ever since. They then took a section of bone from my hip, grafted it into the slot, and bolted it all together with a titanium plate. I underwent a surgical procedure in which they entered through the front of my neck and removed the top of one vertebra, the bottom of another, and the disk in between. An MRI revealed that a cervical disk had slipped out of place and was pressing against my spinal column-hence, the symptoms. In the summer 1997, I was experiencing persistent tingling and numbness in both hands and arms.

I wonder what happened.” Well, as the late Paul Harvey so famously explained, here’s the rest of the story. You may be thinking, “Most people wouldn’t have survived such a grisly mugging.

I’m not making that up-that really happened to me. In the summer of 1997, I went downtown early one morning and a man with a mask knocked me out, slit my throat, and took my money. There’s a point I want to make in this letter but first let me tell you two stories that illustrate the point I want to make. Dear Drama Observers, (When they go low, we go silo)

Tired of the Drama by Alan Godwin