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Alright time for story time boys and girls, Time to get this off my chest.
Some of you know my problem right now. It's been 2 years in the process for me joining the Military. Every time I'm within grasping reach of joining the Canadian Forces, boom. Screwed.
I recently got over surgery, Tendon reconstruction from last year. Two surgeries actually, but for the same thing. Occured when I was jumped walking along a path in Burnaby (British Columbians know the area). And while defending myself I managed to rip the binded tendons that run over your knuckles. It's that little bump you can feel when you make a fist or when you open and close some people can make their tendon move. Well I ripped it off the bone, and yes... it hurts, a lot. Well 6 months after surgery at Maple Ridge Hospital, fucken horrible place, the tendon began to slip from it's stiched place. I must of smacked my hand or something to rip the stich's off the bone or something but it began to slowly slip again. It hurt a little, but I never thought much of it except for the shitty surgery that was done. Time rolled around once again nearly a year later at almost the same time. With my luck I got put in a position of defending myself AGAIN, jesus people don't like me :crybaby: . And right when I land a punch that all glorious "Snap" occured, except not one... but two! Horrified, not feeling anything except extreme cold in my right hand. I looked down to find my fingers bent 40 degree's inwords, unable to move. Luckily after that the fight stopped after my friends interviened in time, just a little late. I take the lovely run down to the Royal Columbia Hospital. Round two for surgery? Yes please! This time by a very good surgeon by the name of Dr. Goetz (Pronounced Gets). Exceptional job he did indeed! With the warning on the way out of if I get into another fight and mess up his expermental work he'd sew my hand shut :blotto: well since then no fights! But the surgery he did he transplanted in new tendons, takeing the old ones out. Putting in the new ones, sitching everything down. Takes the old tendons and 'wrapping' them around the finger just below the knuckle. Think "Organic Stich". And I got off without even needing the Pins I was suppose to get because he was happy enough with his work. Only to tell me after a check up that it was his first time doing it and it was from getting information from a collegue! Gee thanks, give me a heart attack. Nice to know I'm a lab rat for testing, least it did it's job. In all a year and a half passed by between the first surgery and the last. School was put on the backburning because I needed time to heal and goto physio therapy. Because I was so motivated to get healed I was more then willing to do my part. After just 2 weeks from surgery I cut the plaster cast off because it was driving me nuts. The stiching was caught in the guass so the slightest movement tore at the skin, ouch! So down to the hospital I go, with the Goetz giving me a squint for cutting it off but did agree to the reason. Ahh relief, put in a splint. Well a week and a half after this, a month from surgery and hitting the gym just 2 days after surgery I was makeing HUGE improvement. From having my hand stuck at 20 degree's to being able to move it to a full 90 degree's (Tendons needed to be stretched to fit my body) I was back in business. Phsyio therapist was absolutely astonished at my progress, same with Dr. Goetz. I can thank my surgery mostly for it, Oh how I love Royal Columbian Hospital. All in all, thanks to being Canadian and our healthcare my whole 15,000$ surgery was covered. Amazing, now I can't bitch at the high tax's. Comes in handy when you don't have the money. Not once have I bitched about tax's even though now I'm paying out my ass, I appreciate it. But anyways, a day into haveing my splint I went down to the Canadian Forces display they had in what was it... I think Robertson street, Vancouver. See pic
Thanks for the wise ass comments btw,
God, did that suck holding that gun, I was holding it up with the hand I had surgery on and man you can barely hold 15lbs in that hand, that gun weighed a ton! And yes, if I look familiar, that global t.v crew (camera-man behind me) and a news lady behind my dad takeing that picture did indeed sitck me infront of the camera. But anyways, that day I hadn't been that close to people in the army or seen those weapons. That finalized my decision to join the Canadian Forces. I've come a long way both emotionally and physically. I've leaped hurdles since then with my knowladge and with my fitness, I've never been this strong/fast ever. I've never knew the amount of info I have learned over the past several to eight months that I knew then. I knew that it would be one hell of a battle to go from then to here. And I still have a hell of an uphill battle to go. Just when I thought things were goen good, my now ex-girlfriend was said to be pregnant with my first children. I'm sure bossi and you guys remember the thread. Not more then a month and a half later, my world was devastated. During our break she had slept with a guy but I knew that was a possibility. She's due in december with twins, first time I cried in years because as much as it would of screwed my life up (18 right now remember). I have a 5 yr old niece me and my mother have been raising because my brother is in jail. We've been raising her since she was 6/mo's old. I'm the closest thing to a father she has. And boy, when you hear the knews you might be a father in my position... your world brightens up. I havn't spoken to her in a bit and I don't plan to speak with her unless she needs help with anything. But she hasto learn I'm gonna be living my own life without her or the twins as much as she may hate the thought, it was her fault for sleeping behind my back and now she hasto grow up and deal with it. Then again we both needed to grow up since we were only 18 and a baby popping into the world. I missed a bit of school to tend to these matters. And just 2 months after school is to end, I catch Mono again. Fuck. One heartbreak after another. It was about a year since I last had mono, same time too around april. I was DEVASTATED. Not only did the last year fuck up for me, so does this one. I missed the finals, I missed a lot of school. And I paid harshely for that. Alas, I refused to cry. I refused to get angry. I was frustrated and I still am, it was depressing like you wouldn't believe. I tried to make room from work so I could do makeups, but my mark was too low and Woodwork and Physical Education you cannot make up. There's just too much involved and I missed to much of the two courses. I pleaded with the councillors, vice princeable, even the princeable himself. I knew it was fruitless but I had to try! Fateful words spoken, "Jason, I know where you're coming from. I feel for the situation you have been in and are still in. If there was something we could do we would, but we can't help you. If we tried we would be fired for trying anything from school standards". I was literally walking out of that office on the verge of breaking down, I'm one of the most laid back people you'd ever find. And it's extremely hard to see me even look like to crack. But that day my walls were coming down, god were they crumbling. I spoke with the teachers who taught the course. Woodwork was fruitless, 100hr course that's impossible to make up except for certain circumstances. Gym on the other hand, I was told if I could take a summerschool course to get something for Woodwork I'd be set and I could goto the local Gym to work out and get it written down by staff that I went daily and it could count as a make up. I came out of my Gym teachers office with a new outlook on things. He agree'd about the position I have been put in for the past 2 years and he gave me his best answere. And I thanked him whole heartidly. Then by all glory fate... sunday evening, my uncle has a stroke while he's still in hospital to try to get rid of his alchohlic problems, while haveing withdrawls his organs begin to fail, he strokes. By 6am sunday his Liver is the first organ to start to go. Utter pain is felt across my whole family line. From my dad to my mom's sides of the family. Everyone is on edge hopeing he can pull through. By 10:30am, he's passed away. He died in his sleep surrounded by family. He felt no pain because he was in a coma-state from the stroke. He went out in a bad way, but he didn't hafto suffer much. A week later I'm on a plane to Ontario. That monday I was suppose to begin summerschool, but it was never to be. Now here I am, working full time with my dad while I await school. My last ditch effort to Military is dashed today, speaking with recruiters from the US Army/Marines I cannot join without a diploma, Crushed.
It's been hard to go back in time to remember this, I didn't want to. But it was needed to be told. Sorry for grammar or spelling. But this is more from the heart so I'm not to concerned. I thank you who spend the time to read it and see why things are in such a state of distate. I don't know words of how to describe what I feel or what to say to all this that I have written. I wish only serious replies.
I've spent a lot of time going over things I could do to speed things up. I can't take a GED because simply, I'd fail. Most things I know from grade 10-12. But I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be good enough. Who knows, maybe with some luck something might happen. But I'm worried with what might happen. I refuse to give up, this is my future. I have a trade to fall back, floor installing which I have been learning from my dad. But I cannot accept that being my life. Military is what I want, I wish to be a soldier. There's no reason I cannot be one... I don't care if I hafto give all my blood, sweat, and tears. If it takes another 2 years or 4 years. I will get in. But my patiance is running thin, and it's hard... it is. I wish to move on in life, and it pains me to know that I'm stuck here. I want to mean something to the world, not be another dropout loser maken 8.50 at a gas station. I can give society more then that. If I had to, I would give my life for the Army. Without a hesitation. Without a thought. If I had to make the ultimate sacrifice I would. Because I believe what I'm willing to give. I understand the cause. I understand what could happen. If I was given an application right now I'd fill it out in a second without hesitation to join. But it's not ment to be right now I guess. But I won't stop.
I don't know where I wanted to go with this story of mine. Maybe someone can relate, maybe this can give them some more will that people who are being stuck by obstacles the comfort you're not alone. That there are others in a tight spot that refuse to give up. I could easily give up, become a floor installer makeing 60-65k a year. But I don't want to. Canadian Forces is where I belong, it's what I was ment to be for. Even if there might be a higher calling to say no. I refuse to hear it.
-Jason
Alright time for story time boys and girls, Time to get this off my chest.
Some of you know my problem right now. It's been 2 years in the process for me joining the Military. Every time I'm within grasping reach of joining the Canadian Forces, boom. Screwed.
I recently got over surgery, Tendon reconstruction from last year. Two surgeries actually, but for the same thing. Occured when I was jumped walking along a path in Burnaby (British Columbians know the area). And while defending myself I managed to rip the binded tendons that run over your knuckles. It's that little bump you can feel when you make a fist or when you open and close some people can make their tendon move. Well I ripped it off the bone, and yes... it hurts, a lot. Well 6 months after surgery at Maple Ridge Hospital, fucken horrible place, the tendon began to slip from it's stiched place. I must of smacked my hand or something to rip the stich's off the bone or something but it began to slowly slip again. It hurt a little, but I never thought much of it except for the shitty surgery that was done. Time rolled around once again nearly a year later at almost the same time. With my luck I got put in a position of defending myself AGAIN, jesus people don't like me :crybaby: . And right when I land a punch that all glorious "Snap" occured, except not one... but two! Horrified, not feeling anything except extreme cold in my right hand. I looked down to find my fingers bent 40 degree's inwords, unable to move. Luckily after that the fight stopped after my friends interviened in time, just a little late. I take the lovely run down to the Royal Columbia Hospital. Round two for surgery? Yes please! This time by a very good surgeon by the name of Dr. Goetz (Pronounced Gets). Exceptional job he did indeed! With the warning on the way out of if I get into another fight and mess up his expermental work he'd sew my hand shut :blotto: well since then no fights! But the surgery he did he transplanted in new tendons, takeing the old ones out. Putting in the new ones, sitching everything down. Takes the old tendons and 'wrapping' them around the finger just below the knuckle. Think "Organic Stich". And I got off without even needing the Pins I was suppose to get because he was happy enough with his work. Only to tell me after a check up that it was his first time doing it and it was from getting information from a collegue! Gee thanks, give me a heart attack. Nice to know I'm a lab rat for testing, least it did it's job. In all a year and a half passed by between the first surgery and the last. School was put on the backburning because I needed time to heal and goto physio therapy. Because I was so motivated to get healed I was more then willing to do my part. After just 2 weeks from surgery I cut the plaster cast off because it was driving me nuts. The stiching was caught in the guass so the slightest movement tore at the skin, ouch! So down to the hospital I go, with the Goetz giving me a squint for cutting it off but did agree to the reason. Ahh relief, put in a splint. Well a week and a half after this, a month from surgery and hitting the gym just 2 days after surgery I was makeing HUGE improvement. From having my hand stuck at 20 degree's to being able to move it to a full 90 degree's (Tendons needed to be stretched to fit my body) I was back in business. Phsyio therapist was absolutely astonished at my progress, same with Dr. Goetz. I can thank my surgery mostly for it, Oh how I love Royal Columbian Hospital. All in all, thanks to being Canadian and our healthcare my whole 15,000$ surgery was covered. Amazing, now I can't bitch at the high tax's. Comes in handy when you don't have the money. Not once have I bitched about tax's even though now I'm paying out my ass, I appreciate it. But anyways, a day into haveing my splint I went down to the Canadian Forces display they had in what was it... I think Robertson street, Vancouver. See pic
Thanks for the wise ass comments btw,
God, did that suck holding that gun, I was holding it up with the hand I had surgery on and man you can barely hold 15lbs in that hand, that gun weighed a ton! And yes, if I look familiar, that global t.v crew (camera-man behind me) and a news lady behind my dad takeing that picture did indeed sitck me infront of the camera. But anyways, that day I hadn't been that close to people in the army or seen those weapons. That finalized my decision to join the Canadian Forces. I've come a long way both emotionally and physically. I've leaped hurdles since then with my knowladge and with my fitness, I've never been this strong/fast ever. I've never knew the amount of info I have learned over the past several to eight months that I knew then. I knew that it would be one hell of a battle to go from then to here. And I still have a hell of an uphill battle to go. Just when I thought things were goen good, my now ex-girlfriend was said to be pregnant with my first children. I'm sure bossi and you guys remember the thread. Not more then a month and a half later, my world was devastated. During our break she had slept with a guy but I knew that was a possibility. She's due in december with twins, first time I cried in years because as much as it would of screwed my life up (18 right now remember). I have a 5 yr old niece me and my mother have been raising because my brother is in jail. We've been raising her since she was 6/mo's old. I'm the closest thing to a father she has. And boy, when you hear the knews you might be a father in my position... your world brightens up. I havn't spoken to her in a bit and I don't plan to speak with her unless she needs help with anything. But she hasto learn I'm gonna be living my own life without her or the twins as much as she may hate the thought, it was her fault for sleeping behind my back and now she hasto grow up and deal with it. Then again we both needed to grow up since we were only 18 and a baby popping into the world. I missed a bit of school to tend to these matters. And just 2 months after school is to end, I catch Mono again. Fuck. One heartbreak after another. It was about a year since I last had mono, same time too around april. I was DEVASTATED. Not only did the last year fuck up for me, so does this one. I missed the finals, I missed a lot of school. And I paid harshely for that. Alas, I refused to cry. I refused to get angry. I was frustrated and I still am, it was depressing like you wouldn't believe. I tried to make room from work so I could do makeups, but my mark was too low and Woodwork and Physical Education you cannot make up. There's just too much involved and I missed to much of the two courses. I pleaded with the councillors, vice princeable, even the princeable himself. I knew it was fruitless but I had to try! Fateful words spoken, "Jason, I know where you're coming from. I feel for the situation you have been in and are still in. If there was something we could do we would, but we can't help you. If we tried we would be fired for trying anything from school standards". I was literally walking out of that office on the verge of breaking down, I'm one of the most laid back people you'd ever find. And it's extremely hard to see me even look like to crack. But that day my walls were coming down, god were they crumbling. I spoke with the teachers who taught the course. Woodwork was fruitless, 100hr course that's impossible to make up except for certain circumstances. Gym on the other hand, I was told if I could take a summerschool course to get something for Woodwork I'd be set and I could goto the local Gym to work out and get it written down by staff that I went daily and it could count as a make up. I came out of my Gym teachers office with a new outlook on things. He agree'd about the position I have been put in for the past 2 years and he gave me his best answere. And I thanked him whole heartidly. Then by all glory fate... sunday evening, my uncle has a stroke while he's still in hospital to try to get rid of his alchohlic problems, while haveing withdrawls his organs begin to fail, he strokes. By 6am sunday his Liver is the first organ to start to go. Utter pain is felt across my whole family line. From my dad to my mom's sides of the family. Everyone is on edge hopeing he can pull through. By 10:30am, he's passed away. He died in his sleep surrounded by family. He felt no pain because he was in a coma-state from the stroke. He went out in a bad way, but he didn't hafto suffer much. A week later I'm on a plane to Ontario. That monday I was suppose to begin summerschool, but it was never to be. Now here I am, working full time with my dad while I await school. My last ditch effort to Military is dashed today, speaking with recruiters from the US Army/Marines I cannot join without a diploma, Crushed.
It's been hard to go back in time to remember this, I didn't want to. But it was needed to be told. Sorry for grammar or spelling. But this is more from the heart so I'm not to concerned. I thank you who spend the time to read it and see why things are in such a state of distate. I don't know words of how to describe what I feel or what to say to all this that I have written. I wish only serious replies.
I've spent a lot of time going over things I could do to speed things up. I can't take a GED because simply, I'd fail. Most things I know from grade 10-12. But I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be good enough. Who knows, maybe with some luck something might happen. But I'm worried with what might happen. I refuse to give up, this is my future. I have a trade to fall back, floor installing which I have been learning from my dad. But I cannot accept that being my life. Military is what I want, I wish to be a soldier. There's no reason I cannot be one... I don't care if I hafto give all my blood, sweat, and tears. If it takes another 2 years or 4 years. I will get in. But my patiance is running thin, and it's hard... it is. I wish to move on in life, and it pains me to know that I'm stuck here. I want to mean something to the world, not be another dropout loser maken 8.50 at a gas station. I can give society more then that. If I had to, I would give my life for the Army. Without a hesitation. Without a thought. If I had to make the ultimate sacrifice I would. Because I believe what I'm willing to give. I understand the cause. I understand what could happen. If I was given an application right now I'd fill it out in a second without hesitation to join. But it's not ment to be right now I guess. But I won't stop.
I don't know where I wanted to go with this story of mine. Maybe someone can relate, maybe this can give them some more will that people who are being stuck by obstacles the comfort you're not alone. That there are others in a tight spot that refuse to give up. I could easily give up, become a floor installer makeing 60-65k a year. But I don't want to. Canadian Forces is where I belong, it's what I was ment to be for. Even if there might be a higher calling to say no. I refuse to hear it.
-Jason
