Can't Remember, Can't Forget
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Looking back, there were warning signs. Starting in his late fifties, John Alex would forget things. He would continually misplace his keys and wallet. But he chalked it up to absent-mindedness. Then, one day, he was driving on the highway and suddenly forgot everything. Where he was. Who he was. It took 10 minutes sitting in his car by the side of the road before it came back: My name is John Alex McDonald. I live in Calgary. It was the beginning of a new reality.
