Wednesday, April 20, 2016

It is all me....

Hello again

I will say this straight up. Taking care of my mother was the best thing I have ever done in my life. Nothing else comes close. I took care of her for over a decade. And I haven't even been in the work force for at least 15 years, maybe a little longer. Car accidents, yes multiple car accidents. Most people don't even get in a single accident in their life. I have been in 8 accidents. Not a single one was my fault, but I was injured in 5 of them. Seriously injured in one of them  Wrecked my back, a fracture of the L1, L2. I think that is what it is . The lower back. I had to wear this back brace, that was hard plastic on the back and like a girdle in the front. Which I needed to keep it tight. I had to wear that for a year and a half. Then the accidents just kept happening.

I was injured, so I couldn't do anything. GOD gave me this opportunity. HE put this in front of me. OK I was injured, but it was perfect timing on GOD'S part. Mom and Dad became ill and I was available to take care of them. Thank you GOD. See perfect timing. Even if I wasn't injured, I would of quit whatever it was I would of been doing and devoted myself to taking care of Mom and Dad. That is what I was put on this planet to do. When the time was right, I would do what it was I was suppose to do. GOD'S plan. I believe it 100%.

So you see this was the best thing I have ever done,in my life,  was to serve my Mother and Father.

I am not a stupid person. In fact I am very intelligent. A very high IQ. But I ruined my life the moment I took that first toke of pot. I had a beautiful mind before that first toke. I would build all sorts of things, Imagine and sketch designs of things, far past of what someone my age would do. I understood science, math, Art and design.

I built a small grand piano. One of my sisters still has it. I have seen it and could not figure out how I did it. And I did it at 8 years old. I understood many things. Engineering, Space...... But I decided on taking that first toke and that was it.

Some people, OK many people, think I blame others for my failings. Not so. It was all me. I wrecked my life.  I am a recovered alcoholic and pot head. It has taken may years for me to be able to get my memory back, my ability to remember conversions and numbers. My mind. But my mind is not even close to what it was when I was young. When I was young I got bored easily... Nothing was a challenge to me.  Things are starting,well they have been getting better over the last many years.

It has been a very long time since I have drank anything or smoked anything. The worst thing I ever did.

Now I have nothing. I am nobody now. Just a useless individual. My job is over and I don't know of anything that will bring me the same satisfaction that taking care of my mother and father, brought me.

I have only one thing left to do. And that is to give my mother a grand send off, a beautiful goodbye. To give my mother and memorial service that is fitting for her. And bring those whose lives mom touched together to celebrate my mother.

BUT. Here in lies the problem. I have no funds to do this. I have no idea how I am going to do this for mom. I am trying and trying. I pray and pray for the funds to come to me. As I have said, IT IS NOT ABOUT ME, IT IS ABOUT BRINGING CLOSURE FOR MY MOTHER.

I am trying this fundraising campaign. But people just don't care. Everything raised is going to the service for mom. IF THERE IS ANYTHING LEFT OVER IT IS GOING TO THE STROKE FOUNDATION.

You see, all the doctors kept telling me mom has dementia. They were wrong. Mom was there, but it was STROKES, that caused her to be completely dependent on everyone for everything.

MOM FROM THE START WAS MISDIAGNOSED. And by being misdiagnosed, the doctors treated her incorrectly.

If you can and want to give. I would appreciate it. And so would my mother. And again, if there is anything left over. The Heart and Stroke Foundation would appreciate it.

https://www.gofundme.com/ka556fdk

GOD bless and good night

Kristopher W.A. Schmuland



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