Dear editor,
Couldn’t help but react to your editorial on soccer mishap to the brain.
In 1955, Aug. 8, my head was hit severely in a rollover pickup accident, before seat belts.
I felt a little woozy afterward, but continued with other plans, including returning to college, where I had been awarded the Sandzen Art Scholarship. … At school, students and friends saw I wasn’t coping very well. The art teacher was concerned. My mother was, too, and convinced me to come home and see our doctor.
Had felt like my head was full of mush.
The doctor took me to the only head hospital then. I saw many helpless, out-of-this-world patients, and the doctor at the hospital had a special treatment, she had invented herself. She said after her injection, to tell me when my head felt “warm” … She told my mother I was going to get well!
I never returned to school, but stayed home and went into the sign business for a while.
I went back to painting and winning awards. One in 1962, “City at Night,” an oil, won statewide.
In 1985 I was asked to display about 21 paintings at the Sandzen Art Museum in Lindsborg. So, in spite of everything I did return to the school, after all.
People, in time and with the right treatment, can return from some head injuries, with God’s help, of course.
Sincerely,
Jim Brownrigg,
Iola, Kan.
P.S. In the movies the hero gets up and goes on after a blow to the head. But in real life, it’s not so easy.
