Following my miraculous awakening and the "new me" that had actually taken form, I was startled to see the effect it had on the public persona. Consequently, immediately following my remarkable awakening and the celebration that followed thereafter, it had been brought to my attention that my life would no longer be the same as it once was. I soon learned that this was due entirely to the fact that I now possessed two particular unwanted characteristics that surprisingly caused me to be vilified by those of which I, at one time, considered to be my friends. Specifically speaking, following this unforeseen tragedy that befell me and the change of life that resulted thereafter, I was to remain with slightly impaired speech and also a slightly dysfunctional gait. Despite the fact that the overall effects that this tragic event had on my body and mind were relatively minimal, taking into account the overall essence of what had actually taken place, the actual effects that it had on my entire existence were well beyond reasoning. This was so, taking into account the ambiguous nature of that often-misconstrued term disABLED. With that in mind, I would like for the reader(s) of this forthcoming narrative to take heed to the fact that I am no longer in a catatonic state of mind and that this fortuitous event that occurred in my life, which I've chosen to write about, is based entirely on truth and is, therefore, entirely factual. However, before I say another syllable or utter another adjective, I would like for the reader(s) of this narrative to kindly take heed and, at the same time, pay credence to the ultimate power that the often-overgeneralized term love possesses. After all, my ultimate survival is a prime example of the veracity of the aforementioned statement.