Here is my story: It's long but I will try

I was born in September of 1966.

I was always feeling unloved except when my mom was around I knew she loved me she showed me.  My mom is a very loving and caring person. My dad was a truck driver.

My parents split and divorced when I was 8.  My mom raised all three of us byherself  three children and no help. I don't know how she did it but I know the lord helped her through.

I grew up with my older sister Robin, 1959 and a brother Kenny, 1960 and at 15 my sister found out she has Multiple Sclerosis.  But my mom believe's she may have had it much much younger because she fell around more than other kids her age and one time I will never forget she got hit by a car.

My brother is now married and has a son. Robin has been in a nursing home since 1995 due to her progression of the MS. I on the other hand never knew or expected what was ahead for me. One night changed my life forever.

December, 1988 the Friday night after Christmas because I was excited about going out with my friends to "Tully's" the local Bar & Grill. I put on the beautiful Gold satin blouse along with my black pants my mom gave me for Christmas.

I was sitting at a booth window which faced the parking lot of the restaurant and heard noises outside so I looked and there were 2 men beating terribly on another man all alone and other's were standing there doing nothing.

My friend Toni, (she's an longtime school friend) and I went outside to try to help in some way and as we went out the door I remember telling the door man what we saw and may want to call the police.

We went outside and yelled as we walked closer (nothing stops me when someone is in need of help). As we got closer we told the guys to stop and that the police were on their way and 2 went one way the other guy in the opposite direction.

Toni and I started to walk away. Not even 5 feet away we heard them running back toward the one guy and BAM!! down he went on the ground. The police started coming into the parking lot and no one yet seen if this guy was ok. So I went towards the guy to ask if he were ok and he said "Please help me" and what do you do but help.

I reached down and pulled him up between the two cars and without realizing there was ALOT of blood, you couldn't see because it was dark.  In the 80's AIDS was just being brought out and so I freaked. My hands were covered in blood. I immediately went to the doorman to let me in to wash my hands and he told me last call no one can enter and I even showed him my hands.

Well I took a second to figure what in the world am I going to do so I looked around and there was snow on the ground in small piles so I stuck my hands in the snow in and out in and out until I couldn't really see any blood.

I got home and washed, scrubbed did what ever I had to do I noticed my hands were stained kind of red. I checked for cuts and there it was a small cut on my right thumb that hadn't quite healed yet.

I forgot all about it the next day and went day to day about my business. 

Then came February 1989, my complete physical....click here to continue