Happy new year reader. I realize over the last two days that I should mention someone else my memorial. Is is more of a couple in a single person and one is still alive. You were very special to me in my teenage years and I should mention the situation and how they helped me. As I've mentioned in the past I stepmother and I did not have a very good relationship. I never could please her and so I gave up trying. When I graduated my school my goal was to join the Coast Guard. At that time our Coast Guard is Australia's Navy. It was not considered a good duty and so I knew I would be able to go to Australia which I'd always dreamed about. I believe that I would get enough leave that I could visit Tasmania. This was an amazing opportunity and so I signed up but the recruiter and a sent me to Des Moines.1. Everyone was in a large room and they said going to mention a physical issue and if you have not heard of it you go to have it. I don't want anyone to raise their hand and asked me to describe the problem. He went through everything from scarlet fever and similar things. They also mentioned things that were not diseases. We quickly passed one at said "sleepwalking". I was a pretty regular sleepwalker than but never did anything extreme or leave the house others have told me about. So not thinking because I was young I just checked yes I sleepwalk.
I passed the physical and the recruiter met with me. He said I scored very high on their tests and I passed the physical except for one problem. I could not join the Coast Guard because I sleepwalk. I felt very stupid because I was young and never even thought about it. I could have put no without anyone having an issue. My dreams of Australia were shattered. He told me I could join the Army, Air Force or the Navy with a condition that I was not allowed on ship duty. I didn't want any of those things. I wanted to be on the water and go to Australia. I love being on water and without that I did not want to join. I came home unbelievably discouraged. My stepmother fired up my dad to think that I did it on purpose to avoid service. Because of her intervention not there with them would believe that I did not do it to avoid service and I wanted to go to Australia. I was brokenhearted and started looking for a job because they said I better get a job quickly because I could not stay at their house. I stepmother always fired up my dad against me and no amount of explaining would ever work. What she said was thI started looking for work and Amana Refigeration was always hiring and I went down there and was hired. I had a low-paying job at a golf course and had told the Pro when he hired me in the spring that I would not leave until the night golf was over. There was no overlap where I work both jobs for a week. What a killer week that was. Back to my story when I got home my parents house I told them I got a job at the American colonies and would start in three weeks. I started the normal third-degree and my stepmother is furious that I stayed in my night job at the golf course. He wanted me out then and got my dad all fired up about the subject. Told me that I should back my things and get out that day. I simply laughed at her because she was ridiculous. What was a couple extra weeks. I went to work at my night job and when I got home all of my things are thrown out my bedroom window on the lawn. She included an old suitcase to put my things in. It was pretty crazy. Load the next day I packed my things and put them in my car where I slept that night. The next day I started to look for a place to live was limited by my deposit amount until I started working the job at the appliance manufacturer. I found one low rent apartment complex. It was like a very small hotel room and had one bathroom. There was a twin bed and that barely fit. It was no kitchen was a counter with the sink. Some cabinets were included also. They were pretty beat up as if somebody bash them with the baseball bat. The same with some of the walls. Some of the other residents seemed a little scary but I cannot afford it until I started working at the better job. I told my best friend Mark and find a place to live and he came over to see it. He said "you are not staying here". He said I could live in their basement because his older brother moved out and there was space. His parents were awesome and they let me live in their basement. I had known them a few years and Mark's dad is a great guy. He was always stern with Mark and treated me the same one we did stupid things which was quite often. I would have to say I loved Mark's dad and over the years he was a great source of advice. Mark's mother is extremely kind and she was in charge of the house. She always fed me lunch before I went to work and she found my dirty clothes and wash them for me. Never got to know her but she always took care of me without even crossing paths with me. There are fantastic couple. His dad's name was Orlin. Mark's mom is so I wouldn't dad passed away a few years ago. I was still mobile I could drive my van and get out in my chair. I went to the service will honor him and all that he did for me when I was younger.e truth no matter how bizarre.
Mark's parents were my saviors and my stepmother that her craziest. I hope to have one on my father later on because it was my stepmother that drove the insanity that my sister and I had to deal with. I hope is that this blog will somehow become a record of the great people that stepped up to help me because I did not really have anything from my parents. As I would have to say "God bless Mark's parents and all the others who were large in my life". I apologize if I'm forgetting someone or something and blessed me along the way. Faith Bible church has helped us as a family and do I believe we have been going with close to 30 years. The preaching there has bless my soul. Not sure how much my family has grasped the teaching but it is there if and when they want it. I'm not sure how much of what blogging I can do. My speech is getting very difficult in my breathing is very raspy in the days. So I was a God bless you reader and I hope to blog when I can.
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