I apologize for giving people the wrong impression. I do not feel that I am any better or any worse than anyone else. As for making the best out of being delt a bad hand, it is pretty difficult when at the age of seven you get your teeth knocked out and for the rest of your school years you become the butt of everyones jokes. I was ridiculed at school and then pushed aside at home. That sure does make a person feel wanted. When I got tired of being bullied, I decided to fight back. I won. Then I got a beating when I got home for fighting.
When it came time to serve my country, I was turned down. I aced the aptitude test and the physical and was just about finished when I was given the hearing test. Both my ears were perforated and I was denied on that count. When they gave me my rejection papers, I looked at the major and said,
"I'll be back." (I believe that was before Arnold said it.) Three years later, I took the test again, passed and served four and a half years in the Air Force. Later, I served four years in the Army Reserve and another four years in the Army National Guard. I chose my path in life, and yes, I did make a lot of mistakes. My mistakes were not the avenues that I chose to follow but rather the first to women that I married. Rather than making this too long and boring, my first wife slept with my best man on the evening of our marriage. For the next year and a half I caught her in the act with at least twenty-five other men, never the same man twice. I was told by neighbors that men started showing up at the house ten minutes after I left the house. My second wife was vindictive, sneaky, and kept a lot of things from me. Plus, during that marriage I always help down my jobs for at least eight years. When I was not working full time, I drove cabs for anywhere from twelve hours a day to sixteen hours a day, seven days a week so that my three kids had clothes, food, or anything else that they wanted. Whatever free time that I had, I spent with the kids and my wife. That was when I began doing Flea Markets to supplement my income. There were several occasions when I would go to bed exhausted with three or four hundred dollars in my pocket. I would count the money just before I locked up my cab. I drove through blizzards, rain storms, and on one occasion through a freal tornado. I believe this incident was after driving 72 hours straight. When I got to work the next morning I was broke. Not a single bill or change in my pocket. I learned later from my son Tim, that his mother had told them to wait until I was asleep and bring my pants out so they could devide the money up. I began drinking because I was too fed up with working so hard to give my family love and anything they wanted when they were taking more. So, up until this time, I was either being taunted at school, ignored at home, cheated on by my first wife, lied to and used by my second wife, and all this time I was saying to myself, "What am I doing wrong?" During my second marriage I was hospitalized for Suicidal tendencies. At one institution, that was a first class institution that cared for a lot of celebrities, (Elizabeth Taylor was discharged about five days before I got there)after about a week my doctor asked for a family meeting. First, he spoke to each of my kids in private. Bob was the oldest, about ten or eleven,making Tim eight and Tammy seven. He asked Bob if he knew why I was there and Bob said that I was sick and that the hospital was going to make me better. Tammy said I was there to get better so I could come home. Timsaid that I was there because I was Nuts. He added that mommy makes him that way. The doctor than interviewed my wife and I together. Every time he asked me a question, she would answer. He finally asked me to step out of the room and he spoke with her alone. For several minutes I could here yelling and cussing to the point that one of the nurses took the kids to a different room. When my wife came out of the office she said that she hoped that I would rot there. I thought that I would but then I realized that I forgot to put on under arm deoderant. When I went back in to talk with the doctor, he shook his head and pointed outside the office saying, "When she comes to visit you, don't let her come anywhere near me." He then wagged his finger at me and told me that she was the main reason that I was there. If I got a divorce from her I would be fine." I had my hands up in defense and said, "Okay, doctor. Please don't get mad at me." He apologized.
This is probably more than enough for me, however I wanted to point out that no, I do not feel inferior to others and yes, I do realize that a lot of things have been my fault. Given the circumstances of my first two wives, I have had people give me a lot of advice, during the incidents that were taking place. Most of the advice was to beat them silly and let them know who is boss. I never have nor never will lay a hand on a women and if that is the best advice to give, don't give it.
GOD BLESS YOU
~Mike~
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