IT’S TWO YEARS THIS NOVEMBER since I first met Jessie Simpson. I remember entering his room at the long-term care facility, wondering how it would go.
Well, it was smiles all around because Jessie smiles a lot. For someone who has been through so much since he was savagely attacked and beaten up with a baseball bat in June, 2016, which left him in a coma due to traumatic brain injury for which he now requires 24-hour care, Jessie is the opposite of what you’d expect.
Every time I went to see him for our weekly hangout, he never complained of anything.
Last I saw him was in July when we celebrated his birthday outside the care home — from a distance. Friends outside the fence sang ‘Happy Birthday’ and Jessie kept saying ,‘This is the best day of my life. I’m so happy I’m gonna cry.’ I got teary, and so did others who were gathered there.
I teared up because I knew he had happier days.