Who Am I?
He
stared at his reflection in the mirror.
It had been two years since the accident or beating or whatever had
happened to him that he ended up in the hospital. No recollection. No idea of his original identity. No notion of family. That scruffy face
staring back is just as blank as his memory.
The
shrink he had been assigned to encouraged him to go back to the site where he
was found. Hundreds of trips to that
bend in the road and it’s still just a bend in the road that trails down a
steep ravine. Hence the question of his injuries.
There
really were no visible injuries other than that nasty gouge on the back of his
head. His rescuers were adamant that it
was there before they dragged him up the hill.
He still teasingly accused them of bouncing his head off every rock they
could, on the way up.
The
shrink won’t hypnotize him. Says it’s
better for him to either go on with life as it is or recall as the healing
progresses. She says it’s too dangerous
at this time, his mind could make up a past and then never know the truth.
People
would randomly ask him about his youth, these have simply been feeble attempts
to jog his memory. Initially, those
questions were quite disconcerting. Lately
he’d become accustomed to their queries and no longer deemed it as hurtful prying,
instead just the innocent notions of helpfulness.
When
he begins to hound the shrink about “Alternative Medicines”, she gives him her
best “I don’t think so” look and ignores the rest of his diatribe. They’ve been down that path of discussion
more than once.
“Who
AM I?”, he demands often of the shrink.
To which she replies, “We are each the sum of all of our experiences,
including; all physical or mental, conscious or subconscious, real or imagined. We are the sum of our hopes, fears and
dreams. We are the sum of ever essence
or spirit we have come into contact with.
We are the end result of our ability to categorically rationalize. Today, you are you.”
leigh
