0449: In 2014, my diagnosis was labeled as a traumatic brain injury, with magnetic resonance imagery revealing significant brain tissue damage. Subsequent data from Cottage Hospital, fed into advanced systems, showed slight discrepancies and changes, with new techniques highlighting development in previously dead spots. As a non-physician, I cannot fully interpret this data, but a change is a change. Throughout my career, my hospital admissions have been due to life-threatening conditions and challenges to my mental state or chemistry. If something within me recovers from jarring events that would halt others, perhaps it points to another form of resilience or recovery. Logically, I hope my data proves useful to others in need of recovery. My care factor is high; I don't want to lose people I care about, and if I can help through my experiences, I hope something beneficial emerges. Yet, I ask not to be fully devoted to science while I am still learning and developing; I still need to lead a life to be proud of, one that others would admire, witnessing my growth from a kid in Queens to a man who can almost defy gravity. Many have seen my capabilities, so I can’t hide anymore (haha). Despite attempts to contact others being met with obstacles, I continue to send out thoughts and energy, hoping they reach those in need. No worries, Marina. No worries, Family.
0221: A mysterious group, going by code names send gifts reminiscent of the patronage I once enjoyed in the space community when I streamed or made videos. Some have reached out, recalling my support at recent symposiums where I volunteered. My life seems to have come full circle, harking back to a commercial about Space in 2008-2009, featuring a Staff Sergeant and Senior Airman I helped at my first base. The holographic depiction of space, with its plotted trajectories and the dramatic aversion of a satellite collision, felt like science fiction then. If I seem familiar, it’s because I was there in 2009, at the dawn of the land, air, and space transition, a welcoming face at 28. In silent moments, I often helped those in need, either by being in the right place at the right time or the wrong place when still necessary. My influence lingers in old and new forms; basic instructions I created now serve as templates for others. Though I’m not the gift sender, if these gifts bear my name, they echo from a heart of kindness. I won't take credit, but the signature, like an old friend, is unmistakably yours.
