When I was in high school the war in Vietnam was still going on. John Currie Hansen who lived just up the street from me when I was in diapers was KIA July 15, 1969 as a helicopter pilot from my hometown in Oregon.
I have known alot of Vietnam vets from that war. I didn't know what a blood bath it really was until years later.
I wrote to a boy Brian Rollman who was from Minot, North Dakota when he was stationed in the Mekong Delta in 1968-69. He came home and took me to my prom. I still have that picture of us when I wore my pretty pink prom dress.
In 1974, I was working in Portland, Oregon as a Dental Assistant and back then I loved to dance. I went to a dance in Washington State and just met a guy just home from the war. He wouldn't stop dancing with me. I promised to meet him the next week for a date but came down sick. He felt I had just stood him up and went out and got drunk and in a horrible car accident. The next time I visited Washington I asked my sister how John had been doing? She said--"Thanks to you he almost got killed in a car accident." My mother was there and said--"It was the war that caused that car accident not Deborah." I have regretted to this day not visiting that poor young man in the hospital.
So many I've known since then whose lives have never been the same. I have just finished my story "Raggedy Ann Man" about a girl who meets a guy just home from the war who is a Mormon. They fall in love and marry in the Oakland California Temple. I love happy endings you know?
I know being overweight or obese is unhealthy for us. I've been overweight for sometime now but not nearly as heavy as these poor ladies. I think being overweight is more of an "emotional" issue rather than just genetics or poor eating habits or not enough exercise. When I was in high school I was always told I was too fat and I weighed appromately 140-150 pounds and at almost 5 feet 7 inches tall that wasn't fat at all. I think the abuse of family members and my ex-husband and boyfriends caused me to gain weight more than anything. When you are beaten with a belt by a brother it causes emotional issues. When your sister screams at you all night long she hopes you become a prostitute when you are just 19 it causes emotional issues. Or when you are married and your husband constantly puts you down and calls you an educated idiot, that you can't do anything right causes emotional issues. I know this is why I've gained my weight. But again I'm on ano
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