A friend of mine had a long, hard recovery from an accident he had when he was in his teens. He wore a halo for about three years because of a broken neck. He broke both legs and fractured his pelvis. The doctor told him he was lucky to be alive, and had it not been for the seatbelt, he would be. A drunk driver had crossed the media strip and hit him head on. Ten years later, he still suffered chronic pain, but with the help of medical cannabis, he was finally feeling better. He often said how he wished he had died in the accident, because he was no longer a whole man. His fiance died in the accident, and he couldn’t face life without her or with the fact that he felt guilty. After getting legal, medical cannabis, he could control his depression, and he was learning to walk again. After being out of the area for two years, I was glad to connect with my friend again and see he was doing better. Before I left for medical school, I told him they had legalized medical marijuana, and I thought it would help him. He told me nothing would help and kicked me out of his house. He was the first person I visited when I got home, even though he had never taken my phone calls or answered my letters. When his father told me he was using medical cannabis, I was happy. We are now talking again, and it feels good to be getting my old friend back.