It took me quite a while to climb out of that pit. Even now decades later I'm realizing how much they did to me. They didn't know it and didn't care but they shortened my life with their neglect. I had never looked up rheumatic fever. When I was fourteen I was third in free style swimming in my region. I got sick with a sore throat and ear ache. My parents waited three days to take me to the doctor. The 80 year doctor just said it was a minor 'red throat' I went back home and two days later my I started bleeding from my ears. Three days after that they finally took me back to the doctor. I had a high fever and was really out of it. I was out of it for a few days and in the hospitals for fourteen days.

After that I started getting slower in swimming. I couldn't no longer keep up with the times I had when I was younger. I was getting tired all the time and was having pain in my chest. My mother insisted I was too old for that and fool that I was believed her. In truth I had heart problems related to that fever. They had the money and I had insurance but they decided that their money was more important and the only reason why they went to the doctor when they did was because someone came by the house and saw the bloody paper towel next to my ear and freaked out. I didn't learn that for thirty years just like I didn't learn they called SCAN which was child services at the time. Of course they talked them down and I was in my late forties before I found out.

I had a heart attack when I was in my mid thirties. Now in my mid fifties I'm looking at severe problem with my heart valves. If I lose my job I'm dead in the Land of the Fee. I have tried to raise my children better but I still have difficult emotional problems and I can tell you right now I don't hate much but even though they are dead I will always hate them.