Dream of Dobbs then add sugar

On 26 May 2006, Ruth and I were involved in a terrible automobile accident which happened while we were on the way to the opening night of the West Australian Ballet of which I was Music Director.  I was to conduct the performance that night.  Rather than go through the morbid details, the doctor phoned our daughter and told her to get on the next plane because her mother would need her there when he told her that I would not live.  He gave me less than a 3% chance of survival.  When I came out of the coma five weeks later he then told my wife that I might in fact live but I would never walk.  

Actually when I went to my last appointment with the doctor almost two years later he told me that even though he had told my wife that I had a 3% chance of survival, he actually gave me 0%.  He said that he could not explain or understand how it was possible that I could not only still be alive but actually walk into his surgery with no aids (I had left my cane in the waiting room and with great determination and pain hobbled into his office).

Well, here it is three years later and I not only am alive but also am walking without any aids.  I must admit I can’t walk that fast or that far, but I am here, able to work and certainly capable of doing any job that comes my way in the world of conducting.  

A friend of mine said to me the other day that he wished I would get a lot of work conducting so that I would not spend so much time blogging and abusing my computer.  I wholeheartedly agreed.