I
dedicate this page to the friends I made
While
working at the Postal Service:
I
pray for your well-being and I won't ever forget you
Thanks
for your precious friendships.
I
heard about the Anthrax scare (Sept. 2001) Now it looks like
there
is a dust that not only bothers me, but now one that can
hurt
everybody. Stay safe, God Bless.
2006
Now
that you can find me on the web, feel free to send
a
hello email.. I'd be honored.
(left
to right) Me, Lori (my wife), Joan (my sister) and Roc (her husband).
Since
the picture above was taken, I have gotten a whole lot healthier
since
leaving the Postal Service to regain my health
and
start a new happier career in computers and audio video field,
and
gigging now and then with various bands.
Unfortunately
I will always have trouble with my respiratory system,
since
the sensitivity and damage cannot be undone.
However
t it is much more controllable these days without the constant
and
unecessary exposure to what was bothering me.
My
sister, (shown in that picture), she is a physical therapist and
stopped
me from giving up, when I was ready to succcomb to a respiratory illness:
4+
years of constant infections and severe lung and sinus trouble
caused
by my postal job in a very filthy building
was
worsened by daily persecution by management
and
left me with very little strength by the time it was over.
Joan
and my wife Lori intervened just as I'd lost all hope,
and
almost my life to it by Sept. '98.
She
and the rest of my family helped me get
back
on my feet, retrained, and on my way
to
a more positive and productive life!
It
wasn't easy at first either. I was all messed up for about a year.
I
couldn't sweat, and became lactose intolerant among
several
other weird symptoms! Evidently, whatever I was being
exposed
to, basically crashed my immunity, and altered my chemistry
enough
to cause these things to surface....
Never
had I met more UNBEARABLY beligerant, condescending,
ignorant,
hateful, soul selling, manipulative JERKS
that
make up a LARGE portion (but NOT all)
of
the management where I was in that USPS distribution plant.
To those were
were more HUMAN, I
THANK YOU
for having a heart and not selling out...
All of those
who worked with me and my family,
know what
I am talking about!
I truly
do believe that Divine Justice
will make
them PAY for what they did,
So I hearby
give it all to my maker, he will make it right.
May the
vengeance be his!
UPDATE:
2006
Divine
justice may have indeed had a hand.
Most
of those people have been nailed for various similar
things.
I was also offered back my old job about a couple of years later,
thanks
to the hard work of the Postal Union.
I
politely declined, feeling I had no reason to ever return.
But
it feels good to know that things finally came out!
Folks,
let this be a testimony:
That
GOD, FAMILY and FRIENDS ,..
not
your career,
should come FIRST.
So
with that said, it's TIME TO LIVE!
SEIZE
THE DAY!