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Story Of My Life: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly

Story Of My Life: December 20, 1979

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People have told me for years that I have lead a very interesting and eventful life. Being the one living it, I don't believe this to be true. I feel like I've always been the product of circumstance, and that is what has taken me to where I am. We all follow different paths in life on the road to where we're going.

I speak about my experiences, because I feel it's the only way to deal with the memories of them. I have a unique ability to hang on to nearly every memory of every event I have ever encountered. Some might call it a hindrance, because with all the good you also absorb the bad. I consider it a gift. A gift I use to serve as a reminder of how I got here, and how all of these things have shaped me into the person I am today.

I have always had the ability to write, and have been doing so since I could first hold a pen. I don't like to spare the details of these events, because reality has never spared me the details. These are my stories, in no particular order.

I was the second child and eldest son, born to parents that were never given any breaks in life. My father was a route salesman working 60 hours a week for Pepsi, and my mother was attending beauty school after dropping out of high school two years earlier when she got pregnant with my sister.

They shared an apartment with my father's mother, who was diagnosed with end stage ovarian cancer early in the morning on the day I was born. Ironically, it was also the 5 year anniversary of her mother dying from the same disease.

With my birth later on that evening, my family believed it was an end to a curse of sorts. A new beginning, a new life, on a day with such terrible memories.

I was due to be born on Christmas morning, but as my mother always tells it - I heard the dinner call and came early. She didn't get to eat that night, but she was ok with that. Some things take away all the pain in the world when you need them the most.

As she held me later in the night, she noticed something wasn't right. Although I was acting completely normal, she noticed my head looked more pronounced in size than what she thought was normal. She thought it was odd, but didn't mention it until my father came back into the room and asked what was wrong with my head. So here I am, just hours old, and the joy turned to panic when the nurse asked the same question minutes after my father.

The doctor came in, and the nurses took me away for testing. After several hours, it was determined that I had a condition called Macrocephaly. In the simplest terms, it meant that I had an enlarged head. They did several tests to ensure my cranial fluid levels were not increased, and to make sure there was no pressure on my brain.

While the pressure was completely normal, an odd discovery was made in the process. In addition to the Macrocephaly, it was also discovered that I had a noticeably larger brain than I should. Based completely on scientific evidence available on the time, the doctors reported to my parents that at less than one day old, I had a brain comparable in size to that of a 3 year old child.

My parents took it as bad news, as many parent would have done in the same situation. Their fears were relieved when, after several days of testing, it was determined that I had absolutely complete brain function and development, and this could turn out to be quite beneficial as I developed.

I am a firm believer in the notion that every event that happens in our lives will shape us. Whether it happens immediately, or years down the line, everything will have some sort of effect in altering our lives.

Of course I was too young at the time to know what was going on, or how it would alter my life in the future, but this was the first in a series of events that would play a direct role in who I have become, and how I got here.
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