From struggling fathers to enraged people of color for oppression, evil stalks everyone in different, very public ways. I am also a victim of evil, and here is my true timeline.
It is a timeline from Hell.
My apologies because it’ll be hard to believe.
Wednesday, May 6th, 1987: I take the Marion County Community Education’s General Education Diploma test. I pass it with flying colors, and am awarded a GED.
Thursday, June 4th, 1987: I take my fresh GED to Dunnellon High School and dis-enroll. I have my Diploma, even as a GED, and start college in one month. Screw Dunnellon High School.
You see, DHS Student Councilor tried HARD to get me to stay a 5th year. My friend, Mark, was roped into a 5th year. Like me, ha OWNED the Credits to Graduate, but since we were well behaved, they gave Mark a ‘blank’ Diploma at the Senior March, which I resisted, and they got his attendance for the 5th year.
Back then, DHS (Dunnellon High School) had less than 1,000 students, and the amount of state money was at a percentage. The moment they hit 1,000 students, the money came in at a much higher fixed rate. So if they kept some of the trouble free students to return, they could get that 1,000 mark met and get the maximum money for their programs and paychecks.
I refused to play that dumb ass game, and the school was lucky I didn’t take them to Civil Court. I would have won big money had I done that. But I wanted to make my own money the proper way.
So I got a job and paid my way through college.
Tuesday, July 6th, 1993, I am awarded a Degree from Central Florida Community College. I could only afford Community College while working minimum wage and supporting myself in an apartment.
I got a career started at Olsten Healthcare two days after I graduated from College and started to work big time.
I needed more income. So… I started a business. Today, it would be called a side-hustle. I picked up a private patient in the morning, and fixed computers for clients in the evening.
My work schedule: Wake up at 5am, Monday through Sunday, go to my private patient and help them out of bed and into their power chairs for breakfast. I would be done by 8:15am.
9:00am I would start work for my Olsten Company, taking care of patients in their homes until 5:30pm.
7pm I would go to a client’s work or home locations, diagnose and fix their computers after hours. They would come in to work the next day with a working PC to get business done. I would get home around 11:30pm.
Go to bed, wake at 5am, rinse repeat.
In September of 1998, Dell Computers, Inc calls me. Headhunter Dale Grasso talks to me about my current career and possibly working for Dell. You see, she found my Computer Repair Advertisement and called.
She got one of her Senior Hardware Techs on the line, he questioned me, and then told Dale I was not only legit, but more knowledgeable than the majority of the recruits. That is should be given the triple A treatment.
Dale tripled my yearly income but with a 40 hour work schedule. Plus a $2200 move allowance to bring my family to Texas, where I would be working in a small town named Round Rock.
October 2nd, 1998 on my birthday, I drove to Texas to start working for Dell computers. 5 Months later, I send for my family who is driving my other car with a U-haul trailer.
Monday, February 7th, 2000. I get sick. As in bad sick. So sick I can’t see straight. After several doctors and finally a focused X-Ray into my sinuses, they discover the massive tumor. Surgery removed it, but I am never fully well again.
I miss too much work. Dell is done with me. I find another tech job teaching, I do well, but am still sick. They eventually let me go.
I lost my big 3 bedroom apartment for my family of 6. Two adults and 4 kids. Homeless but with yet another job, there are no available apartments for 6 months large enough for my family. So I move them back to an empty double wide mobile home in Florida.
Saturday, April 21st, 2001, I fully move myself back to Florida, and that was my last pain free day. You need to understand, I was on Pain Management Medication for my illness. I was in serious pain and the pain was growing hardcore.
Still unable to find work because I could no longer pass the physical screenings for employment, I decide to file for my SSDI.
I get told no.
2006, after hiring an attorney, my LAST appeal was heard by an Administrative Law Judge who determined that I am faking pain. He thought I was just too young to be suffering. I got my final no.
No help, no benefits, no job. My wife, who never had to work a day because she wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, went to work to make sure the family didn’t become permanently homeless.
I worked for 13.5 years before my illness put me through too much to work. When I needed the help I paid for in my taxes, I got robbed.
I wasn’t faking anything. The Judge was wrong. He just hated White People, I later found out, and my attorney closed the case and said goodbye to me.
From 2001 to 2021, I was incredibly sick, supported by my wife, and a stroke with kidney failure nearly killed me. I thought I was a goner. Bye bye world. God, here I come.
God, here I come?
I survived the stroke. I got put on Dialysis for 3 times per week to keep me alive.
Kidney Failure is the ONE diagnosis that gives immediate SSDI, but my work history credits for that was long expired. So I got put on a standard SSI.
$719 per month.
That’s it. It’s supposed to cover my cost of living. Yeah, right. But that is all I get. Nothing more. Sometimes, if my wife gets a bonus check, a lot less. They count her income against me at the SSI office, and when she makes money, I am awarded less. One month, I got a whopping $326.
As you can imagine, according to the people in the SSI office in Oklahoma City, I am the reason for the entire Federal Deficit. So they have to punish me through restricting the monthly funds.
Now, I am just waiting to die.
Today, right now. Waiting to die.
This is my story in a nutshell. And I’m cracking. Sorry, I have to stop here so I can finish weeping.
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