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| Who is this Dave |
Photo by Alexandria Marie M, 8, while on vacation touring America, with her first camera. |
| By now many old and some new readers may think I am a crackpot destined to crash and burn in my efforts to help correct the many concerns of which this country is now confronted with. Many may think that I have no real life experiences leaving them with the conclusion that I truly do not have a clue about anything I talk about. Well folks I have a surprise for you. If you think anything written above is correct you my dear reader are wrong, wrong, wrong. Life has not been gentle or easily earned over the years. Born in France many years ago, and as a military brat I was blessed with my first traumatic event when I spent 19 hours flying over the Atlantic Ocean in a prop driven aircraft. Some years later while doing the proverbial leaping in the pile of leaves, having one of those Kodak moments left me with four holes in the bottom of my foot, as a result of a hidden rake, within the pile. I sucked in school and as a result I was the byproduct of social education and social passing, just to get rid of me. However while in Middle and High School I did study music and often thought of pursuing the career as a professional musician. I was told to forget it. At the age of 18 I was shot point blank by a robber, one eighth below the heart. Lucky to be alive but at the same it was a life altering event. You might say my whole outlook on life and society changed with a single bullet. Unlike the kids of today which look at the being shot as a badge of honor, I found no honor in being shot by a drug addict. After a number of jobs I soon realized working in corporate America, being forced by the bosses was not for me. So I focused on starting up and owning my own businesses. Years later in my first marriage I was once again blessed with misfortune with the loss of my 6 year old daughter to a brain tumor. This wonderful event also cost me my first business (Trucking) and my marriage. During my child’s illness I became a gardener/landscape professional in an effort to stay close to home if the wife needed help or that fateful day arrived. That fateful day did arrive and once again it too made a life altering change. One thing I did learn was that when life deals you a card such as the death of a child you really find out who your friends really are. I had one left. It was only after all of this did I get involved with the environmental industry and soon became passionate about cleaning up the environment, from a logical standpoint. We did not have to deal with the BS of playing GOD by spreading propaganda about global warming, and how we needed to control it. Back then politicians had not quite figured out a way to tax Americans for each and every breathwe take. Ok, so by now things seemed to be falling into place, I met my current wife, and had new found motivation to progress forward in business, only to be flattened one more time by one of my sales reps of which I mistakenly trusted. She only cost me $500,000.00, and once again the loss of everything. To date this has all passed and I now have five beautiful children of which I am very diligent in educating them about the realities of life, not the politically correct crap so many have fallen victim too. I am a firm believer of home schooling and or private education as the country has proven without a doubt has simply no real interest in educating children. If they did we might not have so many idiots in the work force, or in the voting booths. So, if by now you still think I have not suffered enough in life, and that I have not endured enough, or that I am still ignorant about real life, think again. At 54 I laugh daily at the mass stupidity that I read and hear about on a daily basis. I only thank God for blessing me with the great clients I have and the fabulous family I now have. If you wonder about why I write, well that is simple I have written for years, but was a closet writer, ashamed and embarrassed about my attempts. Many asked me to publish my work, but unfortunately I let it fall on deaf ears. I find writing a unique talent of which someday I hope to accomplish. Thank You David Milligan. |