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Who Am I?  That is a question I often ask myself.  I have yet to get a decent answer.

For some reason when ever I hear or even think of that line, "Who am I"?  I think of the song The Boxer, by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel.  The Opening line is "I am just a poor, boy tho my story is seldom told.  I have squandered my existance for a pocket full of mumbles, such are prommises, all lies and jest.  Sitll a man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest"

I am not sure of the intended meaning of those lines but for some reason I feel there is some sense in them.  While I have not by any means squanderd my existance, I do not feel that I have lived up to be the best I could be.  At my age, it may be to late to correct this, I should have done better in school, made better choices in collage, studied harder, the list can go on and own.  The only option I have now it to do what I can to better myself and hopefull leave the world in a little better shape than I found it.  This I can do, provided I make the best effort I can.

I was born (another one of those lines that makes me think of something else)  In Edgefield County on November 1st, in 1957,   I moved shortly thereafter, taking my parents and two sisters with me to The nearby Town of McCormick.  I did not like that little town, but perhaps my opnion is damaged by the fact that I was a long time before I could spell the name of the place.  Shortly after my father died of cancer,  he smoked a lot, My mother moved us up the road to Greenwood, A much nicer place and a lot easyer to spell.

My earlyest memorys of Greenwood was that of looking for a house.  I only remember us looking at 3 houses. The one we ended up with and two others that were nearby.  I must say, my mother made a good choice.  I have gone to look back at the others and I much prefered where we ended up.  Nothing special about the next several years.  My mother worked hard so we could have the best.  And while it was no where near the best, we, my sisters and I never really knew the that we were poor, We had good food, good clothes, a nice home, and almost always some sort of pet, be it a dog, bird, mice, and and endless aray of Hampsters,  Those little tail-less critters were about as close as God could have came to making a disposable pet.

I got married on Sunday, Aug 17 in 1997.  Once again proving that I still had little sense about me.  We had a wonderfull marriage, full of joy and happeness, untill, the following Wednesday.  She had two kids from her first marriage, and we got along fine, the kids and I, untill the day we decided to get married.  Then they basicly decided to break us up.  They kept telling there mothe that All I wanted was her money,  Little did they know that she didnt have any.  Granted I had less but at least I did not piss what I had off.  I had no debt and she had close to 100 thousand dollars in debt.  But the kids saw money comeing in and they did not want to loose it.  They did a good job and in October of the same year, I left.   We stayed apart untill Early 98.  Her son broke his leg and she moved in with him.  He was before living with his Grand mother,   After much begging from her I moved back in July and things seemed to be ok.  Hell no they weren't I just tried to ignore the crap that I had to deal with.  Any way, the kids pitched a fight in January of 98 and We split up again.  I moved back to my home.  She followed a few months latter. and there we stayed untill May.  She came back in Sept and things once again went down hill.  I finally told her to leave on Dec 19 and We filed for divorce a few weeks latter. in Januart of 01.  It's been over a year that I last saw her and I havn't looked back