The older brother of my friend, ( my neighbor) and his friend ( spring-something )
Were having sport throwing , relatively large rocks at me .
One hit me in my head , the cut started bleeding.
So when my dad found out , he and I went to the culprit’s home , asking for an apology, en such . ( his home , a founding landmark the area ) the lush Roman garden/ palisade and the vehicle turntable in the garage were not intimating,
But the maid answered ( the Springstead estste )and we were made aware, no one was home , en turned away with no , acknowledgment of my injury, ( a 8 year old,s ) put where? What?
My life took many turns, not giving up at really knowing ,is,part of personal inventory , reaching out, through, my recollections , makes me feel that , at least my first person perspective is more valid than , say , gossip.
I have suffered from mental health issues my entire life .
I don’t believe in labels ( diagnostic guesswork ) I have traumatic brain damage, and have seen other labels put on me , in , medical records
In grade school , they tested me and in many years , I was put in S L D programs. ( not at Linwood Elementary ).
Sever asthma ( that manifested when I was eight years old ) kept me out of serving in the military
I worked all of my life = some years there was four or more W 2’s to file .
I continued to work ( and volunteer) after getting SSDI in 2004 and still do.
I was
A. Brother
A paperboy
A. Handy man child and adult,for my blind Dad
A. Kid who helped neighbors
A. Boy Scout
A. Environmentalist
A. Day laborer
A. Janitor
A. Warehouse worker
A. Camper , Hiker , Canoe paddler
A. Photographer
A. Broom ball player
A. House flipper ,
A. Motorcycle owner
A. Forester
A. Truck Mechanic
A. Farm hand
A. Carny
A personal care giver
A. Volunteer
A. Gardener
A. Crew leader
A. Prisoner
And that is only a bit of me there is a lot more to tell.
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