User Submission: Lost

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FEBRUARY 22, 2016.     The travel of an average hard working American nobody, to one of the most hated person’s in America. a life sentence of exclusion from family, friends and society. Death takes many forms. I now know there is such a thing as the living dead. Due to a concussion at the age of four. I lost almost all the dopamine in my frontal lobe. This, of course affected other functions in my brain, which control the hormones in my body. We know more about this now, due to the alarming number of athletes who have received concussions, fracturing the skull and causing some damage to the interior elements. all while doing what they had a passion for. Maybe I was fortunate that it happened at a very young age, so my brain had the opportunity to make adjustments, the best it could. Yet, because my skull was still soft and growing, it did not fracture. But indented the brain causing serious injury to the frontal lobe. I did not learn this till 2010 at 58yrs. old when I was lucky enough to meet a brilliant neurosurgeon, while in search of a doctor to help with my depression. Born in 1951, the medical field did not possess the medical knowledge that could have prevented my living death. For someone who loves to interact and help people, hard working and a successful business owner for 25yrs. this designation was the first nail in my coffin. As time moves on, more nails are being added. Not by my own actions, but by those who feed off the insecurities of the public. Often by making laws with no relation to knowledge. Our justice system is like water running down a hill; it follows the path of least resistance and does not go in the direction that would most benefit society. I know who I am, honest, with a sense of integrity, humble, hard working and loving non violent person. I try to be non judgmental and fair, but now feel an outcast with no future. Afraid to make new friends for fear they will be judged for being my friend. To those who have stood by me, I give my humble gratitude. Without you, I probably would have broken under the pressure and silently slipped into oblivion. I am now ready to tell my story, in hopes it will shine light into the dark unforgiving corners of our society. Are we the greatest nation, the most compassionate, the wisest, the best suited to lead the world? I have watched and listened from the race riots of the 60’s and seventies, to the Vietnam war, the savings and loan debacle of the eighties, the crisis in Iran, where American hostages were held, 2 Iraq wars, the Afghanistan war and so many other events that I can’t help but wonder, why hasn’t our government learned from its past mistakes. And not to be forgotten, may 1^st, 1970. College students, some of America’s best and brightest, Four dead, nine wounded, by those sworn to protect them, our own national guard! They should have their own day of remembrance. Whoever forgets the past shall be condemned to repeat it. Our government has no memory. It is an inanimate object, no emotions, no compassion, no love, till we fill it’s halls with human beings and even then it continues to defy the logic of its decisions. I am not an extremist nor do I wish to be famous or wealthy. I just want to work, be able to feed myself, put a roof over my head, stay healthy, so I may make the best decisions I am possible of making and hopefully to love and be loved. Is that too much to ask? Listen and I will tell you all. No lies, just the truth! Many will hate me, some will show compassion. Others will learn. I will listen to all. The kind and the hateful. If we are not honest with ourselves, how can we improve? Talk to me! Ask me questions; hopefully we will become better people together. Let the conversation begin. I am sure you will be amazed and intrigued at what I have learned. I now know what it’s like to be black, Muslim, Jewish, an immigrant, in a country that was built on compassion and equality. I will check in as often as possible to answer your comments. I will reveal all my legal documents over time. Sincerely, Lost in America