It was after a weekend in St. Augustine, Florida that Jim Olbrich had his too-close-for-comfort brush with death. That night a blood clot rushed into his brain and caused a major hemorrhagic stroke. A stroke that has left Jim walking like Frankenstein.
Jim had driven the two hours back to his home in Orlando. Tired, he went to bed … but, found he had trouble rolling over … couldn’t easily get into position for sleep.
During the night, it felt as if a little girl’s hand pulled him out of bed. Jim headed for the bathroom … not yet aware that his left side was already losing control. He banged off the walls … stumbled his way … finally made it. Jim fell off the toilet … lay on the floor for awhile.
Next thing … Jim was in a…