I didn’t know who she was. The features looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. It took me a few moments before I realised that the image staring back was me. I only came to that conclusion because the nurse standing next to me was a different complexion. That sounds like the beginning of a mystery novel, but it describes the most significant moment of my life. The aftereffects of my second stroke left me with retrograde amnesia and facial blindness.
Join the mailing list
Keep up to date with the Mo2vate Magazine business bible