Brain Injury - Poetry Provided Catalyst

It was the morning of Feb. 14, 2005, and Angela Hunt walked down the sidewalk heading to the staff door of the Chaska Library, where she is a librarian.

“I was due at 9:45 a.m. to open,” Hunt said. “I caught my toe on a brick and tripped. The snow was falling and swirling. It was that dry kind of snow. I don’t remember hitting the ground. I do remember though that I saw a gas engine pickup truck heading down the street toward me right before I tripped. But when I got up, I saw it was an idling diesel-engine truck. I remember thinking that was odd.”

Hunt picked herself up. Her glasses were broken, and her ribs hurt. When she entered the library, she noticed that another li-brary employee had already gotten everything — the computers and equipment — up and running.

“I felt a little shook up,” Hunt said. She’d also skinned her knee badly, but attended to it, and then went on with her day.

It was one month later, when Hunt was opening the library, that she realized she didn’t know how to start up the computer.