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Section 4 – About a Father

This is post 4 of a 4 part series. To better understand it, you should read part 1, 2 and 3 first. Post 1. Post 2 Post 3. ================= It is now 2007, I am a consultant. I help non-profits merge technology and best business practices. Life is good. I can support my family, I work from home and I am not an ogre. I change doctors. Big mistake. My health starts to deteriorate. in 2010, I had my first heart event. I become a stay at home dad. In 2011, I had my first strokes. and heart event 2 and 3. I have new diagnoses. In 2012, I am still a stay at home dad, very active in advocating for our special needs children. My health is reasonably stable, and for the most part, I am happy. Stressed sometimes yes, frustrated sometimes, yes. But happy. So what is the

Section 3 – About a Father

In order to follow this post, you should read post 1 and 2 first. Post 1. Post 2. ============ My response, and I will never forget this as long as I live was… “school”. I went to school full time, worked full time, and studied in my free time. By this point, we had two kids and my daughter would be over on the weekends. Moving forward. I got sick in 1999. Very sick. Death bed kind of sick. The doctors transferred me to a different medical center for further care because they couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. Before they medivaced me, they told me “you are going to be changing hospitals, before you go, we thought you might say good bye to your kids.” Talk about a kick in the nuts. I am sorry. Talk about a kick in the gut. At this point, I had

Section 2 – About a Father

In order to understand this post, you should read part 1 first. ===================== I was captivated by the lady at my side. The one I was asked to take to the party. Absolutely captivated. My job was a seven day a week gig delivering newspapers. roughly 2,000 papers a night. Double that on Sundays. So I had to escort her back to her friends and pick up my daughter. Later that evening, when I showed up to deliver papers to the lady that I had wanted to date forever, I asked for a phone number. Give you a hint here. It wasn’t for the lady I had wanted to date forever. It was for my date to the Christmas party. I was so afraid to call her. So I asked a friend to make the first call for me. Yep you guessed it. I asked the lady I was delivering