11-02-2009, 05:12 PM
I was named Rocky because my dad loved Rocky marciano.I was born in Plattsburgh NY and currently live about 20 miles from there.The first memory that stands out who I might be is when I was maybe in 1st or 2nd grade and an older kid rubbed my peanutbutter and jam sanwich in my face...kids started laughing and I did too so I rubbed the rest of it in...when I got home my Dad hit the roof and I DO remember the lecture I got in cowardice and pride and all kinds of other stuff that I did'nt understand...Dad taught karate...was a corrections officer at dannemora...course back then it was "prison guard".I never had religious upbringing except in 8th grade my parents put me in a private baptist school because I was long past having my face rubbed in Jiff and now I was doing the rubbing!I could'nt take the strict school and begged to quit when I was 17 and my father granted it thinking that if I had to work I'd see my error,my mother worked at an apple packing house and got me a job picking apples with the Jamacians...got my first check and never looked back.I met my wife in 80 we both had worked the olympics in Placid and with an equivalency diploma I became a corrections officer at dannemora also.I was part of the "goon" squad" ( be as liberal with that as ya want) and lost my job in 91 in a Rodney king like incident inside the jail.I was a very physical man and deserved it ,I knew this then.Working construction of all kinds,tree service, if it paid money I did it people seemed to like me and my personality had calmed considerably.jump forward to 4 years ago,my wife had her first bout with cancer,I was clearing brush and found myself in "dark territory" hating this,that,drs,myself and then self pity my questioning was why?? and my answer "I DESERVE IT" and I would throw logs and drag brush untill I was exausted...I have tried to tell only my wife about what happened next and I refered to it as a "cosmic tickle" everything let go and I laughed hysterically..and laughed for longer than normal...and then it stopped and I felt at that time daffy with love for anything and everything,not normal for me.Of course I was having a "breakdown" so I got paranoid but I do'nt go to doctors,never have unless something is hanging off from me.over the course of a week I had a lot of strange breathing problems and of course I was dying so during one of these sessions I layed on the bed and said that's it and surrendered after a while I got up and cooked our supper like I was supposed ta.Not knowing why I ended up reading 2 years of all kinds of spiritual information while trying to keep it a secret and the last 2 years reading just about everything on and about Don,Carla and Jim everything else is secondary.I have "matured" enough to be myself finally without having false boundaries.wow...this is a long "thread" sorry bout that.[/size][/b][/font]