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Preludeian -> RE: Lost Dreams (8/30/2008 10:42:24 PM)
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I grew up looking up to my stepfather, to me he was a MANS-MAN. I so desired to be like him. When he married my mother he entered into the Army and we got stationed at many different forts. He'd tell me stories about his life and I so desired to follow in his footsteps. During my teenage years I'd read countless military books because I was so obsessed with it. I had no other dream but to serve our country as my father did.
God put his hand down and blocked that for me. When I went in to the eye doctor to get glasses they tested me for Glaucoma. They couldn't get an accurate reading so I was sent to a specialist whom diagnosed me with Glaucoma. I was special in the sense that I was 1 in 10,000,000 people below age 20 to have it but I didn't see it that way. The ARMY told me I had to have the operations to correct it or they wouldn't accept me. Had both operations, one for each eye. After I had both I signed up and they rejected me. Dream down the hole[:(]
My biological father didn't get it until he was 45ish and the only other person to get it in my family was my great-grandmother, and that was at age 90ish.
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