The
following story is not a well written narration created by the fantasy of a
dreamer, nor a fairy tale for simple children's minds, nor is it a planned,
fabrication which serves sane determined purpose. Rather, it is my true to-life
testimony; the story of my life; a life which has passed through many painful
stages and undergone many struggles and agonies until it finally found its
correct meaning and its correct path, leading me close to God.
The
War of 1940-41 found me as a twenty year old youth serving in the Martial Air
force. In April, 1941, I received a Wound in the cervical part of my spinal
cords lower marrow, while I was on an assignment. This brought about a certain
spinal hemorrhage (eiparachnoeidis), and partial paralysis of the lower organs.
In other words, I became a paraplegic.
The
German occupation then followed.
Because
my condition slowly began to improve, I went to the Middle East as an officer.
There, I had the misfortune of reinjuring my neck which resulted in the
aggravation of my condition. In April, 1947, after the war ended, the homeland
sent me to America. As soon as I arrived there, I underwent an operation on my
spinal column. I left the operating room worse than I got in. They diagnosed
spastic tetraplegia with orthobladder (orthokystikon) disturbances. I then
became a tetraplegic (paralyzed in both arms and legs). I stayed in America
until 1957. Then I returned to Greece. I had a few flashes of improvements;
however, without any positive results.