I was all hyped-up with plans to officiate our son David's beach wedding in two days; it put an added bounce in my stride as I left home for the office As usual, I stopped at my favorite Starbucks where I enjoy several cups of Pikes Place coffee and a great conversation with my friends. About an hour later, they left for work and I remained and made a few phone calls, not knowing I was directly in the path of a medically bizarre manifestation, which struck me like a bolt of lightning on a beautiful Florida day. Within a blink, memory had vanished, and a devastating stroke unwound my body and mind-altering me forever Sifting through ashes of change, I'm left with some not-so-good, some mostly good, and a whole lot of bizarre. Like Florida storms, lightning has no favorites; it knows no age, color, creed, nor wealth, and strikes in a split second, sometimes twice. And second chances are not given out freely, only issued to the few