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It was a Friday afternoon in the middle of April, when businesses begin to close and rush hour begins. George a worker at a local bank, was closing the bank and about to head home for the evening where his wife and 2 sons wait for him. Harry the older of the two boys just turned five years old in March and Joshua was still young, being born just two months ago. George had just alarmed the bank alarm and locked the two front glass doors leading into the lobby of the bank. As George made his way to his car he began to decide what to do tonight with his growing family. He unlocked his new white sedan doors and stepped into the driver’s seat and placed his briefcase on the passenger seat. He put the car in reverse then into drive and pulled out of the bank’s narrow parking lot. He eased his way onto the 4 lane highway and came to the first stop light where he had to make a left onto Carter’s Grove Road. The light was red and he sat in the front of his turn lane a few cars behind him and other cars flying by the right at 45 mph. A green turn arrow appeared on the stop light, and he began to make his turn towards his house. Nearing the end of the intersections a car came speeding through the red light from the other direction, entering the busy intersection. The large black SUV had no time to swerve before hitting the smaller sedan at 60 mph rolling thing the sedan twice, while its driver George is bashed around inside his car. When the car sedan finally came to a stop you could hear George moaning and talking to himself. “What happened, what’s going on?” George mumbled as he lay in his battered car. As soon as the smoke cleared and one could see the destruction that just took place, the rescue squad appeared on the scene and began to work on getting George out of his car. The once glamorous car was reduced to nothing more than a pile of scrap metal. The rescue squad began to remove parts from the car in order to reach the obviously injured George from the car. “Sir, I’m Fire Chief Rick were here to help get you out of your car and to the hospital for some help.” The chief said as if talking to a young child. As soon as the incident had begun it was over and George was on his way to the hospital in the back of a speeding ambulance. As he lay in a daze on the cold stretcher, the medical were running a variety of test and procedures on him. As the ambulance arrives at the Emergency Room and began to unload its cargo a tall white man wearing scrubs walked out the sliding doors and began to converse with the Rescue squad. “He obviously has severe head injuries and possible some broken ribs.” The Paramedic said. As George was rushed to the Operating room, the nurses and surgeons conversed with one another. “I believe a blow to the head by an object in the car could be causing his daze or memory loss, this blow could have completely disabled the hippocampus, the part of the brain that is used to remember things.”The Head surgeon said as he walked behind the patient. “I want a blood test run on him as soon as possible to determine the extent of his injuries.” He said as he turned down the opposite hallway to get more nurses on hand. When the doctor returns to the Operating Room minutes later, George his hooked up to a variety of machines needed for the surgery to remove the shrapnel from above his ear. “The part that worries me about this patient is that the part of his head where the blow was taken is located near the hippocampus part of his brain, this could result in complete memory loss, now that I think about it.” The lead surgeon said to his assistant. As the hour went on so did the surgery George’s surgery last well into the night, about eight hours until the doctor came out and greeted George’s wife and young children where he shared the new of the surgery. “ He is going to live, although his memory will not be strong shrapnel was embedded in his head near his hippocampus, the part used for memory. As she is told the bad news she begins to cry, but yet is relieved he is alive. “Also there is a process that will help bring Georges memory back somewhat, but were not entirely sure if it will work on him, it doesn’t work with all patients.” Said the Doctor trying to shed light on the situation. “Really how does it work?” She replied to the doctor as she set her baby in its stroller and the young boy in a chair next to her. “Electrodes are pushed into the memory part of the brain, and stimulated with an electric current. This procedure has worked in the past and could help your husband remember events prior to the car accident. We could not do the procedure immediately though he needs time to recover from his accident, but when he time is right we will be able to take action.” The Doctor reassured the wife. Later that night the wife and her kids were invited into the immediate care section of the hospital where George lay in his bed eyes slightly open, but obviously out of it. The family stayed for about an hour, until visiting hours ended and they went home for the first time without their father. As months progressed so did George, by now it was late fall and he was almost normal besides the fact that he did not have his memory. The doctor constantly contacted the family throughout his recovery.