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Harriet Beecher Stowes comment is so true. My Marines used to tell me I should have been named Timex because I can take a licken and keep on a ticken. They'd say we went through our 2nd disaster, hope its our last. I'd tell them no, we have 1 more to go through. They'd cry why, I'd say how many times do I have to tell you it happens in groups of 3. Paul learned that. A lady who followed me awhile in the civilian world in NC said it seems I go from 1 disaster to another. She had me figured out. A welding supervisor watched me 1 day for awhile then said, I noticed your using your right hand only, you left arm hangs at your side, is there a reason. Me: my arm went numb early this morning, but this is an easy job, only 2 parts, I can do it with 1 hand and I have a day and a half to weld out, so I'll finish the order. He was shocked. Me: Oh I know what your thinking, but I'm sure I'll be alright, but if by chance I do fall to the floor, please tell everyone don't touch me, just keep working as if nothing happened, if I get up and go back to work before the end of the day, great, if I don't, please have someone check to see if I'm still alive, if so, please have some through me in the back of my pickup so I can get some sleep, hate to work without sleep, if I'm dead, dump my body outside the door and call the mortuary to pick it up. The England Corp pronounced me their cursed driver. 4 1/2 months later I had been starved from a solid 225lbs to under 100lbs. The women at the main terminal were shouting the victory for Jesus. I got the nickname "the lost driver" by those who learned of me on the road. I blacked out at 3 1/2 years, overcome by evil. Heard a voice, get up buddy, get up, you ok. Opened my eyes and found myself laying in a pool of blood. I got out of the wreckage as the HP showed up saying I called an ambulance they'll be here soon. I told him to tell them not to come, go help someone who needs help, I'm Ok. The ambulance then arrived and I told them go help someone who needs help, I'm Ok. Trembling they said your hurt. I had 3 gashes 4"-5" long on my left forearm a 1/2" deep. I said, I've bled out all I'm going to bleed, its over, now go help someone who needs it. Those are just a few things I've lived through, our God is an awesome God. I chose to help the poor as a kid, so I get to suffer the many afflictions of the poor. Oh well, I've done as trained by my Drill Instructors, to fight to the death again and again. Its not a life, but as long as God keeps putting the breath back into my lungs and tells me to go again, I'll keep doing it. Never give up. Keep fighting the good fight for VICTORY.

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