Hello to all my friends. I really haven't told y'all too much about
myself except for bits & peices in others threads. Well, I don't know if I'll have time but I'll try as I am headed down hill fast and could use some help or at least a shoulder to cry on. To start with, when I was 21 years old my father died of prostate cancer and my whole world fell apart. I was in collage and a nationally ranked competitive swimmer at the time at Springfield College in Ma. a Phys Ed school where they invented basketball and YMCA. I ended up in the hospital w/ a sever bleeding ulsers in my stomac. This was the third death in my family in 5 months. To make a long story short, after getting out of collage in the middle of the worst resession I had developed some sort of death wish and just knew I wouldn't live till 30, NO WAY! Fast motorcycles, alcohol, drugs & lots of girls are all I cared about
. After too many crashes to even remember, I had a big one in a Porsche with my good friend driving durring a heavy drinking & druging night. Head on with a big Olds station wagon. My buddy was cut in half & died and I went up through the T roof but my legs stayed in the car. Broken neck, broken back, shatered my pelvis, dislocated left hip and broken up legs to start with. A comma for 2 1/2 weeks and in traction on both ends for 5 months. One would think that after such an accident, one would slow down. Not Pete! To be cont. later!
Thanks for listening>