I've written, but, I never asked for anything, except Michael Krawitz forwarded a letter of mine to L.E.A.P. He wrote me five times.

I just told them my story.

At 02:47 PM 5/30/2006, Chris Bagdon wrote:
>Hello,
>I'm taking advantage of this opportunity to freely leave comments at
>your site.
>
>I'm a Chris, a T.B.I. survivor with permanent pain from a subsequent
>accident (to go along with the permanent pain/symptoms of the Brain Trauma).
>
>My last Doctor, who is a member of the V.N.A., supports the fact
>that even epileptic medication, on top of muscle relaxers, can not
>cure my pain from the second car-crash (left extremities, left rib,
>plus exacerbation of the Head-Injury). In fact, I complained of
>pain throughout the "intoxicated" drug experiments. I am 5'9" and,
>before starting the medicine, weighed an ideal 167 lbs. After
>taking Neurontin for a month, other drugs were tried, and I
>(eventually) lost 25 lbs.
>
>Nothing has worked and I read our Constitution, knowing that I,
>still, do have an option left. That option, not only, temporarily
>changes the pain on my left side, but, also, cures (daily) most of
>the symptoms of Brain Trauma (something the Rx medication didn't do)
>and gives me feeling in my entire right-side, which was my strong
>side and the most affected hemisphere, when I was broadsided, was my left.
>
>I have double-vision, which is easily cured by this method. I have
>abstained from all means that can help me, and I know, exactly, the
>difference between my normal body and my injured-self. The
>tinnitus, in my left ear, is another issue that Doctors have left untouched.
>
>If anyone ever knew what it was like to have two different sides, of
>their body, feeling the exact-opposite, they would go absolutely
>nuts. Imagine if it happened to their small child. Do you think
>they would want their kids to grow up feeling the way I do?
>
>I am thirty-one years of age, was nineteen at the time of the T.B.I.
>and twenty-seven when a Chevy Venture Van slammed an inch away from
>my face, leaving an imprint of my body in the door. He was trying
>to get from one parking lot to another, as I was coming down a
>divided highway, at 45 M.P.H. The first accident, I was on the job,
>delivering to the employer of the second accident, when three
>nineteen year-old's slammed into the right side of my Toyota Tercel,
>at 9:30 on a Saturday Night, travelling over 45 M.P.H. Whether, or
>not, they worked for the Navy, also, remains unclear.
>
>The main point, that I am trying to get across, is how beautiful
>Virginia Beach is and I'm pulling for NORML @ Virginia Tech to keep
>me here. I'm praying that my Mother & Father, who followed me back
>down to Virginia, from New York, after the T.B.I., don't have to
>never seen their Son again, who they almost lost, because I could
>never afford to travel back to see them. They are in their
>sixties. My Brother is nine years older than me and is a well-known
>businessman in Hampton Roads, so they are near him, also. But, he
>doesn't support me, besides paying me well for odd-jobs.
>
>I wish this beautiful State the best. I, almost, cry when I think
>that I could lose it.
>
>Sincerely,
>Chris Bagdon