My History About Me

A little background on me should be laid out here so I thought I’d give you a bit of my history. I come from a family of people who like to take care of other people. Even though my family moved around most all of my childhood, my parents almost always had become the go-to people in whatever neighborhood they moved to. My parents have always had this innate quality that enables them to help other people, regardless of where they lived. It seemed that a lot of other kids and even their families in whichever neighborhood we moved into would befriend my parents and end up being the beneficiaries of my parents’ help. But then, my parents just call it “being good neighbors”. As they moved into their retirement years, they found themselves being “good neighbors” to more and more people from church, and the mall where they walk every morning, and even next door neighbors. They nursed some of their friends from their church or neighborhood, quite often until their death, simply to make life easier for them. My sister takes in disabled and handicapped children who have nobody else to take care of them. She’s been doing this for the last 25 years. I take care of people who can’t take care of themselves because I can understand what it’s like to be disabled because I am myself. I’m disabled due to a severe closed head injury that I received when a drunk driver ran a red light and t-boned the car I was riding in, at the end of 1984.

December 24th, 1984 shortly after midnight I was taken by helicopter to St Joseph’s hospital in Phoenix. I was unconscious as a result of this severe closed head injury that I received in a car accident that happened when a drunk driver ran a red light at the intersection of Mill and Southern in Tempe. I remained in a coma for 4 weeks and when I woke up, all I knew was that I had to get out of the hospital, because, at that time, I couldn’t stand to be in a hospital. I was thirty years old and trying to start my own construction business. So it didn’t help that I didn’t have insurance, nor did the man who hit us. Fortunately my fiancee had uninsured motorist on her $30,000 policy, but the hospital got that to cover my $84,000 hospital bill. When I came out of the coma, I tried getting out of bed, but I couldn’t stand. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I couldn’t stand because my right side was paralyzed due to the two strokes I had while I was in the coma. I still live with residual partial paralysis on my right side even to this day. Having lost most of my abilities, due to this tragedy, I know what it’s like to live with a disability. My brain damage has caused me numerous problems. Just one of those is with my memory. This is what gives me an advantage when dealing with people with Alzheimer’s and dementia. I know what they go through not being able to remember what they need to remember, to get through the day. Because I have to live with it myself. I just always figured that God gave me these disabilities, so I can help other people that experience the same thing that I did and still do. Knowing what it’s like to have problems with your memory, can be very advantageous, when dealing with people who have Alzheimer’s and dementia. I can more than empathize with them, I can understand why they think like they think, simply because I’ve been there.

I’ve spent a major portion of my last 15 years taking care of other people, most of them with Alzheimer’s disease. All of them had plenty of carbohydrates in their diets, especially bread products. (We didn’t know then what we do now.) I’ve seen the ravages of what this food has done to those who eat it and become inflicted with this disease. I’ve seen what it does to their families. I seen what it’s done to my family with cancer, diabetes, obesity, and those are only the ones I know about. I’m sure there’s more that ‘other people’ are just not told about, That’s the nature of what this food does to the ones who eat it.

Frankly, I”m tired of seeing what this food is doing to everybody who eats it, That’s why I published this site.

I invite all criticism, correction, and comments. I welcome added thoughts of any of my readers. Together, maybe we can change the world.


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