It happened in May 2003. I was on my way into my bedroom when I precipitously collapsed. Luckily, my wife comprehended that I had had a stroke and instantaneously called for the emergency doctor. I was examined at the hospital. It demonstrated my wife’s fears were correct. I was administered diverse drugs to try and stop the bleeding in my brain. Sometime around midnight, the bleeding eventually stopped. I had to remain in intensive care for three more days then I was shifted to the observation ward. After two more days, I was shifted to a regular ward. I had lost the capability to swallow, and so I had to be tube-fed. I also had lost my capability to speak; I was only capable of a few short words. Immediately after the stroke, I could not sit. I felt dreadful, and I had lost all hope that I would get better, particularly as I suffered from relentless headaches.