The hand of the Lord was on me, and he brought me out by the Spirit of the Lord and set me in the middle of a valley; it was full of bones. He led me back and forth among them, and I saw a great many bones on the floor of the valley, bones …
When Home Doesn’t Feel Like Home
Pulling into town we were greeted by dozens of people who stayed up late to welcome us home. The Core 4 Powells were all exhausted as we unloaded the powerchair, lift and myself back onto Union City soil for the first time in six months. An amazing crew had built a ramp for me in …
Sweat Tea, Baby
To say that we were spoiled during our time at the NIH would be an understatement. The attentiveness to my every need, the communication between my teams and with Jodi and I was second to none. And then there was UAB. In their defense, it wasn’t all their fault. I was quite a unique patient …
Is this Hell…?
My memories of returning home are spotty at best. I remember arriving at the house on a cold February evening. Some dear friends, Tommy and Dylan had driven us home from the airport in Nashville. It was so good to see some familiar faces and after a month or so away it was good to …

