After giving in to death, I awoke to a world of pain. The only movement I could do was blinking my eyes. Nothing else worked. With two choices, I chose to live. I found myself surrounded by the world of hospital personnel and was treated to their personalities when they felt alone because I could neither move nor speak. After forty days in ICU, I was thrust into a new world of rehabilitation where my life journey encountered new personalities and the most difficult task I had ever faced. I must either be tucked away in some corner of a nursing home or work to live. With all the resources at my disposal, it was an easy decision. Accomplishing it was much harder.