If No One Claims Me I’m Yours

I put together my past. I won’t post it here. It has been three years of recovery. But I did considerable research into the past on my father’s companies and on the people around us and I know what we did. I wish I could discuss it here but there are reasons for me to be polite to others. The reason is simple. I remember it one way and my remaining family would not remember it that way. And so I move on and let you know I made it. There are important things that I don’t recall but that I have found out. For two years I have done this Word Press Site while I researched my past on CoPilot and Google AI and ChatGPT. I did it for rehab and for remembering and to treat my physical and emotional health along with an MSW. I have remembered. I know mine works. And I am satisfied. But more importantly I am satisfied to be away from my family for the last ten years or more and I want to keep it that way. But I have had people who are still here that give me likes still and I want them to know that this worked. I made it. The first time when I was six and this time, the second time. The third will be the progress in the arts now. My family wouldn’t agree and I don’t want that attention or distraction. I did something in my life for 60 years that may have included Eddie from the school I went to. I may have had three jobs simultaneously starting in 1976 coming back from DC and the Bicentennial. One was working for my father traveling and it was a blast, moderately paid, moderate expenses, a reasonable life. The other, my neighbor set me up for me being hosted while on the road through Churches and organizations doing volunteer work. And the third is what the other two allowed. I had a wonderful time and a wonderful time figuring this out and I am happy. And I feel safe. And I appreciate to no words to express your being here. And my life. I accomplished something. Do I get to tell. Probably not. Not publicly. Here was just kind of a color commentary for the future so if I am right and someone looks back this is where I was for a while. It is quiet a trip for me to be at McDonalds and watch the people around me and know who I am and what I did in my life and be sitting there with no one knowing. A Jaguar or a Porshe gets you mugged. A million dollar house gets you tied up in the closet from someone who came in the bathroom window. What do Ethics get you… a Value Meal at McDs.