Looking back I had a good life, I traveled a large part of the world but as a Marine. Lived with a group of single guys and we all had motorcycles, I was the youngest foreman for the largest HVAC company in PHX.AZ. I ran several jobs at once, I came back to IN. and started my own co. I have a son now 22 and a daughter 27 I was not allowed to know her because of her mothers ignorance, I quit drinking in 1990 it got out of hand, I got married in 1989 and still am, my wife is sticking with me to the end. I got into politics rapidly rising to Party Chair, I finally beat the Police Chief with a pencil, the first time I did not fight. I really learned about how sissy and backstabbing politics are, When it came time to run for the House I couldn't..too many skeletons in the closet, People did not know the old me. I have 4 grand children 3 mulattoes and a son from my son I love him Dearly.
I am 51 or 52 and am terminal and actually have a hard time getting good pain meds to give me some quality of life. I might get dependent they say? so what? I am dependent on oxygen too. What jury in the world would convict a Dr. for giving pain meds to a dying man in pain? it is ridiculous, tweenagers somehow get them? its not real bad when I have the right medicine. It really makes one think, I love it that God is a big part of my life and has been for a long time. He saved me too many times to count! With out my wife and Mother I would be in a Institution..a number.