From my point of view

I myself was a sick kid. For a long time we could not figure out why. I just would get sick, start vomiting not stop, pretty soon it would be so bad that if you lifted me the motion would make me vomit. I would get so sick for so long that I would start to vomit thick dark green stuff. At that point I would be taken to the hospital, my Mother would look at me and sigh with a grimace, she'd say some comment about how thin I was and how she was so confused about it all. Then she would leave. I would be in the hospital for about a week, my arm full of IV's re-hydrating me, and nurses bringing me jell-o with chicken broth. My Grandma Schmidt would come visit me once and a while. (My step dads mom) Otherwise I was alone. Nurses in Jerome Idaho back in the 80's weren't exactly nice. I recall horrible things happening to me while I was alone in the hospital, including neglect. Also, it was a small town and no one really liked my family. They had no problem treating my family ...

My best friend and I have been friends since Amber was 3 years old. Best friends from the start, our relationship was unique to only us. Others would have their opinion or say whatever they wanted but they just did not understand. I would hear things from co-workers and other friends like, "can't wait to see you two finally be married." and we'd make that eww-gross kind of face and say "no, no, It's not like that." We would not wish ourselves on one another. We were however, best friends. We were a lot alike. Neither one of us too emotional with the other. Just a mutual respect and love for one another. He's still the only person to call me up and say "I just wanted to hear your voice." One time I was depressed over a breakup with my then "soul mate" and for months no matter how I tried I could not pull myself out of the funk I was in. He looked at me, kind of mock back handed me, and said "Snap out of it! I want my Linda b...