1995

 

September, 16th, I saw the light. Well, it was dark inside My mommies belly. I was small, under the normal averaged weight and length and had to be placed in a special machine for about two weeks. But I survived. Seems to be the theme that My life throws at Me.

 

My Dad was My primary Care-Giver. He took care of all of My needs to the end of that year and 3 months into the next year. He made sure that I was warm and safe while My mom took care of herself.