Handwritten Journal
Almost a week after my first handwritten journal entry, I arrived at the final chapter of my memory reclamation. In parallel, I maintained a record of current events. However, their importance paled in comparison to the ones undocumented throughout the year before (starting with my first failed attempt a maintaining a record of my life). I was a mentor to three teams of Crew Trainers at the US Space and Rocket Center. I earned a promotion to management and completely overhauled an entire program. I worked with the best department for a year straight. And I fell in love with an incredible lady; Ophelia. Our relationship was the capstone to this reclamation. It was also the end of it.
