I broke my wrist and it was so bad that the hospital technician’s eyes bugged out and she gasped when she saw the x-rays.

So I had surgery and a plate was installed which my doctor said was all he could do, but I still couldn’t use my hand.

I couldn’t play my violins–I own five of them. And I couldn’t play my guitars–and I own three of them. And I couldn’t even take a shower very well. I had no practical use of my hand, and it hurt, and I was out of work for a year.

It depressed the heck out of me.

But Saba was my therapist, and because she was my therapist, what I thought was impossible actually happened. I got back the use of my hand. (more…)

Robert W.

This is late, lol, but Happy Thanksgiving Saba! Despite me wanting to kill myself every time I had to get tortured by you, I am grateful! Wouldn’t be playing nationals if not for you!

Rupa G