Sozain, vaccines have such toxic ingredients, that I do not go near them for any reason. I don't ev en take a flu shot. Nor a tetanus shot. That's a bunch of hype and misinformation anyway, and you get a syringe full of toxicity.

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Mike............ All I have to say is Yikes!

Hi Luella, I believe the last study I was in was for synthetic Marijuana. I have never taken drugs before, so I was feeling pretty happy, as were a lot of the other people. In between blood draws, we were allowed to go to our rooms, watch T.V., or whatever. We also had phones in our rooms. Shirley was still in Massachusetts and called to see how I was doing on the study. I was in and out, and dropped the phone. When the nurse came in the room, I was leaning over the side of the bed yelling, "Hold on honey. I'll get you out somehow." The nurse asked what I was doing and in a pannicky voice I pointed at the floor and said, "Help her. She is stuck inside the phone. She is going to suffocate. Get her out, please." The nurse picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. I told her not to get so close to it because Shirley would not have room to get out. The nurse was telling Shirley that now was not the best time to call. Shirley asked how I was doing on the test and the nurse laughed and said, "Not as bad as guy guy next door that was swinging on the light fixtures on the ceiling." There was also another study where we were getting 940 blood draws in the period of eight hours, first every half hour, then every fifteen minutes. A lot of the studies were painful, but when you are just trying to survive, you are desperate. I would never steal other people's money or do anything illegal to get the money, so this was my only choice, plus going to the Plasma center twice a week.
GOD BLESS YOU
~Mike~
http://www.countryvalues65.com/epilepsy
I believe I seen her on some of those studies.

Oh geez Mike. Bless your heart. Synthetic marijuana is deadly. They still sell it in some convenience stores here, but it's illegal in a lot of places and I hope that they make it illegal. And all that blood being drawn? My gosh......... People put their lives at risk for survival.

Hi Luella,

Yes, people will do just about anything to survive. I could write a book. Oh, wait a minute, I have already begun. On your journey through life, you will always come to a fork in the road. Once there, you will always have to choose whether to take the smooth, paved road or the rocky treacherous one filled with uncertainties and dangers at each turn. I always chose the rocky roads because they presented challengers and mysteries, but in the end, success. In my opinion, the smooth roads represented reaching your goals by any means possible, cheating, stealing, breaking laws, what the rocky path represented a lot of hard work, sincerity, and gaining a better perspective on life.
There was an occasion when I had left my ex wife and hit the road because she was mean, vindictive, and always belittled me, mainly because I would not hurt another person to gain what I wanted. Some day I will relate the whole story to you, however in this post I will take one leg of that journey to tell you how I found myself on that trip. I was in Texas, headed home, because on a call home my ex wife promised to change her way if I came home. I stopped in various cities along the way to find work so I could eat and put gas in my car. Somewhere in Oklahoma my tank was almost on empty, I had not been able to find work, so I was almost out of money, I had not eaten for about two days, and I was getting week. I turned off an exit and saw a church parking lot. I pulled in, looked around and saw a hall next to the church itself. The door was unlocked so I walked in and asked if anyone was there. I did not get an answer, however I spotted a table that had several pocketbooks on it. I thought that someone was looking out for me. I noticed that one of the pocketbooks was open and a twenty dollar bill was staring at me. This was in the fifties, so twenty dollars was a good amount. I began to reach for it and my hand, and then my whole body began to tremble. I ran out of the hall, got back in my car, put my head on the steering wheel and began to weep. I heard someone tapping on the car window and looked up to see the church preacher. I rolled my window down and he asked, "Why didn't you take it?" "It didn't belong to me." I replied. I told him my story and how I had not eaten and added that I just could not bring myself to take something that wasn't mine to take. He replied, "But, there is also a table full of food. Surely you must be hungry?" he asked. I laughed a little and said, "I wasn't invited." to which he replied, "But you were invited." and he looked toward the sky. "Come, let's go have a sandwich." As I was trying not to wolf down the food, he explained that the ladies of the congregation were in the chapel praying. Their husband's were coming home from war. He gave me directions to the nearest gas station and told me to take my car over to gas up. I said, "But I don't have any money." He laughed and told me not to worry. I thanked him and did as he said. Timidly, I told the attendant that the minister sent me. He smiled and said that he knew. He then pointed to a restaurant at the bottom of the hill. I believe it was the Town and Country. He told me to go get a bite to eat and take your time. I reached to start the car and he said, "Oh, no. That stays here." I was confused, but I got out. He asked if I smoked. I said that I did, but not around gas tanks. He laughed and handed me a pack of cigarettes. I was confused, wondering how I was going to get home without a car. The girl at the restaurant was real nice. In fact, everyone was. I began looking around for a sign that would tell me where I was. I was thinking perhaps I was in Salem. When the girl brought my food out, I was shocked. She said, "Here you go Mike. The best steak in the house." I asked if I could wash dishes, mow the lawn, paint the restaurant, anything to pay for it all." She laughed and said that I had already paid. It was slow and she got herself a cup of coffee and sat down beside me. We talked and at one point she said that if I wanted to stay there for awhile she had some extra room at her place. She was quite attractive and I was tempted, buy I told her that I had to move on. I ate as much as I could and asked if I could take the rest with me. She said of course. I had to go to the bathroom and when I came back, she had my left overs in a bag for me. The bag looked too big to be what was left over. She told me that Hank from the gas station called and said that my car was ready. When I got to the gas station he said that he had changed the oil, replaced one tire that was going bad and fixed the flat in the trunk. He said that the minister wanted me to stop by before I left. I went back to the church, still looking for a sign that said SALEM. The minister greeted me and brought me in to the hall. There were about five women there and they were there to pray for me for a safe trip home. We held hands and tears were flowing down my face. One women tried to hand me a twenty dollar bill. I refused and she insisted. I knew for some reason that this was the pocket book that I had spotted. I sighed and said, "Maam, I didn't take it then and I won't take it now. You have all been very kind to me, however I won't take advantage of the kindness any more then I have. GOD has taught me who I am, and I'm greatfull." Another woman came over and asked if I liked coffee. I told her that I love coffee. They had put together a bag of food for my trip. As I turned to respond to the second woman, the first one slipped the twenty dollar bill in my pocket. About two hours down the road, I turned off into a rest area. I was almost out of cigarettes but I had food and coffee so I would survive. The coffee was in a large thermos like they use in restaurants and they provide coffee cups as well. I grabbed the thermos and the left over bag from the restaurant and found a picnic table. When I sat down a woman walked by and told me that I was about to lose something out of my pocket. I reached in and pulled out the twenty. I began to cry again. The woman asked if I was alright and I replied "More then alright." I opened my left over bag and pulled out a book of matches. I was confused and looked in the bag to see four packs of cigarettes. When I pulled the left over bag out I found my left overs plus a whole new meal as well. There was also a note from the waitress along with her address and phone number. I almost headed back to that little town in Oklahoma. after I ate and had about three cups of coffee, I rested for awhile in my car. Except for getting up for the bathroom occasionally, I stayed at the rest area for about eight hours. Early the next morning I opened the bag from the church hall. On the top of the bag there was an envelope. It was thick. There was a second envelope inside that. The first one had a note from the church people wishing me a safe trip home and thanking me for my honesty. On the outside of the second envelope was written GOD HAS BLESSED YOU. Inside that were ones fives tens amounting to a little over $100.00. When you take the easy road it could end abruptly. When you take the hard road it may be rough going at times, but very rewarding in the end.
Through my hardships I have learned that humor can change things. I have had a difficult life, however on the last leg of my journey I have a woman who truly does love me, so no matter how rocky this road has been I am now reaping my rewards. I don't plan to share this happiness with the Grim Reaper for quite awhile.
GOD BLESS YOU
~Mike~
http://www.countryvalues65.com/epilepsy
SO, what will be my next adventure? By the way, Christmas makes twenty-six years sober

Oh my gosh Mike........... Tears. What a heartwarming story. I think if it was me, I would have gone back to that town and lived happily ever after. Except you would never have met Shirley, and your road was leading to Shirley. That rocky road. So you took the right road. Angels were all around you. Maybe all those people were actually angels. Are you sure the sign didn't say SALEM?