supercallousedfragilemysticplaugedbyhalitosis: August 2009

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Ghandi was a great man and walked everywhere he went so the skin on his feet became very cracked and hard, and due to continual hunger strikes was fraile but maintained his amazing almost supernatural gifts of peace and understanding, but again due to his eating habbits his breath was horrible. So Ghandi was a...

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Name: Angela

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I am proud to say I am a Mother, a Daughter, a Student, an Employee, a Minister, a Healer, a Poet, a Cynic, an Activist, and many more things that change on a moment-by-moment basis. I live in constant amazement of this adventure we call life, and acknowledges that while the road may be bumpy, the ride is exciting. I graduated from the Registered Nurse program at Alpena Community College in May 2004. In August 2010 I received my BSN and the, ever the glutton for punishment I went back to school and obtained my MBA with a specialization in Healthcare Administration in May 2012. I am contemplating going on for my PhD APRN. If I decide to do that... SHOOT ME! I am a manager for a not for profit hospice agency based in Michigan, but the position allows me to work remotely so I may be traveling a lot over the next few years. I battled and defeated breast cancer and now I am living life to the fullest!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Decisions

Ok, so this is a strange one. I "found" the person who changed my dad. And I want to talk to him, but I'm not sure why, or even what I would say.

Here's the background. When I was a year old, my father was a police officer in Royal Oak and was hit by a drunk driver while my father was directing traffic at an accident site. My dad was severely injured and spent 38 days in the hospital, and has never been the same since. The person this hit him recieved a $75 fine and a 30 days suspended license.

Through the years, he has written my dad. He is in AA (and still appears to be from what I can google) and he seemed to be genuinely remorseful over what happened.

But I want to meet him.
Talk to him.
Find out who he is.
How he feels.

I don't hate him, and I don't want to cause him pain, but I do want to know what his spin on things is.

I'm not sure what I would say to him, or even how to approach him. I tried this back in the 90s. He was working the AA help line and I talked to him on the phone, although now I can not tell you what I said or what he said.

Why do I want to do this? Should I? Does he own me this? Do I have a right to ask?