This is my first entry of my journal of my life. I hope over time it will help others who seek insight and allow me to not forget the past.
PAST: I was born 1/20/66 at Central General Hospital in Plainview, NY. I know I had my Bris at 8 days old but don’t remember too much from the early days. At 3 years old I had my first and till today only operation to remove a lump on my throat. As a young child I was the baby not only of my family but the entire family of cousins. I assume it was great at first when I received all the attention but was lousy when it suddenly fell off after the toddler years.
In the early years I battled self coordination problems, insecurity, disorganization and overall slower development then others. I remember wearing an eye patch and throwing a sand bag into a clown display with a big mouth. In those days if true dribbling was part of basketball I would have played for the NBA and if only duck running was a sport wow would I be a superstar.
These were the days that children with any difficulties were completely separated from the “general population”. I was teased continually as a child and this only added to my insecurity. If it wasn’t for one teacher who truly believed in me I don’t know where I would have ended up. Mrs. Issac saw something in me that many others didn’t and she pushed me to go further. This led to me be placed in a “regular class” when I was in 3rd grade.
PRESENT
Snowflake my 16 1/2 year old Pomerania dog is truly very sick. We have spent 6 months treating her Cancer at a high price not only in monies but time that my wife has generously spent helping the dog now she has a collapsed trachea with tumors. The dog is basically sleeping and not eating much. It’s very difficult because my whole family has grown up with this dog especially my daughter who is 17. I know most will say to put her out of her misery but I also believed in the “Guinea Pig” of trying an experiment that will either cure her or let her move on.
It’s snowing today and I don’t believe that I will be able to make it to work it tomorrow. My mind was so consumed with the snow that I forgot about my meeting with my lawyer to discuss “Preppers Paradise Club” and other business. My son is shooting a music video and will be stuck at his friends house. I wish he was home not only because we miss him but because he’s not being paid for this work and I have projects for him to develop.
FUTURE:
I hope to build on the “Preppers Paradise Club” and also work on developing a hysterical short. The short only needs the commitment of the crew and to find great actors with southern drawls.