I was born June 25 1977, in a hospital in Arkansass. I had a lot of problems with my health from the start. I was born with ryhmitoid arthritse, and a few other things i dont understand. When i was just 2 my mother desided to move up north to Ohio. The move was mainly for my heath. I had a very spoiled and pampered child hood. What ever i wanted was handed to me on a siver plater. I didnt know what real hardship was like. The only real pain i got in life was from my fathers beetings, wich happened daily. I grew up all to fast learning about how one person could hate his own flesh and blood. When I was realy young i found out I was "special", I have an unnatural ability with animals and plants. I seem to understand what they are thinking. When I was 13, I learned how freekish this ablity was. I was walking to school with my friend, a nabor boy, when he got jumped by a fierce gaurd dog that escaped for a neer by back yard. The dog jump on the kid and tore up his close and arms. All i could do is wach, I was frozen! When I was final able to move I relised the dog had let him go and was comeing for me next. I just stood there, waching and waiting for the mauling i would must defiately get. The dog came up to ma snarling, I stood my ground, teeth showing all white with a hint of red blood from the nabor kid. I looked into the dogs eyes and seen fear and pain. I was no longer afraid of him but felt sorry for him instead. I knelt down on the ground and the dog seemed to understand that I understood him. The dog walked up to me, sat down and offered me his bellie. As I knelt there petting the dog another nabor had seen what happened and came running up. The dog quickly turn agressive again. I told him " Its ok boy he wont hurt you" and " I will protect you no matter what". The dog quieted down right away.
After this insident I was thought of as "the freek down the street". My mother desided to move me away so I wouldnt be harmed by the name calling. Little did she know the beatings i go from father only worcened once we moved.
I put up with the beatings till i was about 15 years old. I put a stop to them by fighting back.
when I turned 18 I desided to jion the USMC. I only did a 5 year tour but it felt like it was 10 years. When i finaly got out of the USMC my father died the very next day when i came to visit. It was a bitter sweat day for me.
I deside it was time to jion the fire department. I wanted to save live instead of waching them go. I was a fireman for 3 years when I desided it was time to become an EMT. I stayed with the fire department as a fireman/EMT for 5 years befor moveing down south to Louisiana. Once i got here i relised there was something missing from my life......people friends.
I have been down here now for 2 years and the only friends i realy have are here....in the forums.
Two weeks ago I found out I have inoperational cacer.
I will be leaveing the board to get some of my stuff in readyness for the last days.
Thank you all for being here and ty for your support
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