I thanked my doctor for cutting through much red tape to get me a ride to my cohomotopy appointment, and a ride home after in a special carrier with a electric chair that will take me up my stairs. The driver will then put me in my home. For over a year I lamented not having a friend or family member to stay overnight with me to make sure there is no tragedy with the anesthetics. I climbed my steps taking notes. .
My Doctor and I talked about the terrible survival mode I was in. I was entertaining death. I want to live! I took a quiz to see if I still want to take my life because I feel like – crap! I scored a 4. Two months ago, it was 17. I told my Doctor I was on the way to being Baptized in the LDS church. The last time we talked he said;
“John! You need a friend. You have to make contact with other human beings!”
But Doc! My Muse died, and I think my fiancé is dead! I did not mention Virginia, because I was trying not to cry. Seven years ago, Virginia Hambley got down on her knee, took my hand, and proposed to me.
Knowing she has a head injury, I took her back to our favorite restaurant – and proposed to her. I took videos. I wanted to marry Virginia – thirty years ago! But when she told me her mother took her to the Doctor and got her tubes tied – I was furious! She had gotten pregnant, and wanted to keep her child. But, there was a good chance she would leave it at a store – or in the bathtub. .When her father called, as he did every Sunday, I asked to talk to him
“My wife didn’t tell me her family was the Vicky Government who made a pact with Hitler, who flirted with RESTORING her family to the throne of France. She used me. She deceived me. I was a pilot in the U.S. Airforce.”
On Memerial Day I watched alot of WW2 stuff. One show – was all about Virginias family. The British sank their battleships to keep them out of Nazi hands. I think about the child Virginia and I should of had, alot! Clark Hambley, is dead. I forgot to honor him!
When I discovered the copper plates on Heligoland Island, I thought of….
THE TWO RINGS WE EXCHAGED
John of The Thirty Visitations
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