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Michal H.


When my mother had her stroke, she was 46 years old ‐‐ a non‐smoking vegetarian redhead with unbounded energy and a jam‐packed daily schedule. She had recently been hired as the director of St. Joseph's Village, a small group of homeless shelters for men, women and children in San Francisco. The stroke was sudden and serious, affecting the left side of her brain and leaving her with permanent albeit evolving‐‐ aphasia. My mother, a woman whose career was based on writing and speaking, became unable to express herself fully with words. Although her recovery was impressive to doctors, it wasn't enough for her. She rededicated herself to her own betterment: physical therapy, speech therapy, every kind of therapy, healthier eating, book clubs and daily walks up and down San Francisco's hills and parks. Ten years later, my mother is stronger and healthier than she's ever been. She lives her life with the same unwavering commitment to social justice, but now she lives it in her daily life by being kind and respectful to everyone. Whenever we walk together in her neighborhood, everyone knows her: the postal worker, the panhandler on the corner, the teenager who packs her groceries and the old woman with the old dog. My mother is a stroke survivor. She is strong and beautiful and kind, everything I aspire to be.


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