My mother had told me that I had an IQ
higher than anyone else in our family.
That it was in the .0001 of the top 1%
taken, starting around ’65 because
my father and sister’s IQs were so high.
My father had scored the highest Raw Score
on certain tests in the military. The military
groomed him for a position as a Military contractor.
In WWII he went to Boot Camp at Corpus Crisiti at 17.
He came back to Washington University and achieved
a degree in Electrical Engineering in two years.
In Korea he was on the Rendova. And flew missions
along Seattle to Alaska to identify Soviet Submarine movements.
By 1967 after the loss of his company on Apollo One
he became a cofounder of his second company in 1973
and was worth over $30 million. He had $30 million
in Government Contracts from 1958 to 1968.
Until ’97 and Hanford. My IQ is higher than his.
You will notice in my writing skills here, that I have language
disabilities. I was injured at the age of 6 severally. That is my
memory of what happened. I have been blessed in my life.
I have only recently started talking openly at all about
my past after my parents have passed away.
And I still am restrained in what I say not just online.
I have PTSD. I have memory issues from the Trauma
or perhaps as a child I merely learned as I grew older how
to maintain brevity and privacy in areas of my life.
And there is just dust on my memories now.
I am relearning French and Italian from
Rosetta Stone concurrently. I have just about finished
the first CD in French and just started on the Italian.
I was recently able to speak in French, but not aware of
what I was saying. I can speak Italian and other languages
the same way as well. They tell me I recall the skills and not the
memories of learning and that anything around my family
I have chosen to keep private even from myself
out of some type of concern of privacy.
I know that I play Jazz Guitar, Jazz Piano, Trumpet, Drums,
and Saxophone. That most of my life was spent out of town
traveling and it was while I was out of town that I played at
Churches that I attended. And again, I have few memories.
My father’s friend from our home state was Senator Jackson.
And in 68 he was set to be chosen to be Bobby Kennedy’s choice
for the Campaign’s Vice President. I am trying to piece together memories
from my past but I am reserved for many reasons. I want to share.
I want to heal. I have while growing up won several local awards
at my College and in the City with my writing. I had decided at 65 that I
would publish my work and my progress on WordPress as a hobby. But I
still have many reasons that keep me considerate in my openness.
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