My best friend Claire had a positive impact on my life. After I rolled a car as a teen, she came to the hospital every single day I was there. I stayed in the hospital for over 3 months. Without Claire, I shudder to imagine my reality now.
I was comatose for the first seven weeks I was in the hospital. Yet, after school, Claire partook in the thankless task of being there with my unconscious body every day.
At some point, the hospital moved me from the hospital ICU to the enclosed cage bed on the eighth floor. One or more times, my three best friends came and climbed into my cage bed with me. The only reason I know this is because a photo was taken of us. My brain was so messed up at that point that I could not remember one day to the next.
When I came to enough to produce intelligible shrieks, all I wanted to do when my friends visited was watch Shrek every single time my friends visited. But, Claire continued to drive to see me after school every day.
Claire continued to support me by encouraging my recovery by practicing walking with me when she visited. When I was discharged from the hospital, I could walk, albeit clutching the walls for support.
Things We Forget 
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