Becoming Who You Are

Firstly, I am not a blogger; this was apparently made clear when I was a blogger. Second, everything in my life has been awarded to me via my own personal choices. How fruitful they have been. Finally, I will be writing many parts to this specific topic, and some you will find inspiring, while others you may find disturbing. Either way I will illicit an emotional response, and I ask that you maintain your composure and remove the plank from your eye before trying to remove my speck. In other words DON'T BE SO QUICK TO JUDGE ANOTHER WITHOUT FIRST JUDGING YOURSELF IN ACCORDANCE WITH YOUR OWN SET OF PARAMETERS!

NOW LET ME BEGIN...

I was raised to be a moral, fair, and God-fearing Christian man. I would not be writing this if that were how I had lived most of my life. I am 34 and have experience more in those 34 years than most will throughout their entire lives, and that is being modest. It is not a challenge nor a competitor's sport, it is simply a fact many others agree with.

I helped produce my first child in 2002, when I was 17. I thought I would be a great father; after all, I had barely known mine nine years before he was suddenly and traumatically removed from not only my life, but this world. I was raised mostly by my mother. My stepfather was there, caring, not moral, never touched me, unless my mom told him to paddle me, like twice. So my life was privileged, and a lot more than most, I have come to realize.

In 2008, April 29, I became a recruit at RTC Great Lakes, Illinois, and was promptly selected for service in the Presidential Ceremonial Guard. It remains to this day one of the highest honors within the USN to be selected for service in that capacity. I then went on to become a Navy Corpsman, and I graduated top of my class with 5 others at the top with me. As an HM (that's the letter designation for Hospitalman), I served with honor and distinction. I left, after my contract had expired. I refused a rather large bonus for signing an extension guaranteeing a route to medical school. I was finished with that. I am a rebel as you will see. Now the truly intriguing part of this experience you are going to go through with me will begin.

December 6, 2012, HD + 7.1 months. Honorable Discharge [HD]

McLennan County Sheriffs department respond to an interrupted 911 call placed by ********, my ex-wife. I was not there. Why? Well, the emergency call had been the result of my ex-wife manhandling my youngest son; I went to comfort him and she decided to become verbally hostile. This is what I reported in my statement that night. I then locked myself and my son in my room, eventually opening the door. She was not happy. Now, at this point, I decided to mention what I had discovered earlier that day, after arriving home from surgery to extract my last wisdom tooth. I did so in the presence of all three of my boys, ranging between the ages of five to twelve.

I began by stating the importance of a received call, a call from the pregnant woman married to the man my wife had been having an affair with. I made sure my boys knew who their mother was. I now regret my decision made to satisfy my ego [IMPORTANT CHOICE 1].

I was then immediately confronted with her dialing 911. I heard her state, "HE PULLED A PISTOL ON ME!" That's when I freaked out, broke the phone, not realizing hey, that really was probably 911. I was so doped up, it is hard to remember. However, I made a statement, apparently, after turning myself in that night.

Call + One or Two Hours

I turned myself in after leaving my home. They say innocent people do not run; well this may be true for some innocent people, but it also may not be true for innocent people taking Dilaudid, Hydrocodone, and something else. Not to mention still having the copious amounts of IV drugs still causing some issues. This includes what you know as Benadryl; they gave me a ton of it, to the point that I could not remember who I was when coming to. I have had numerous surgeries due to being a pitcher. This was different. One thing always stayed the same though; I always woke up like a fighting Irishman every time. Security called just one month before and after my hernia repair.

I never have taken that home with me; obviously you don't leave the post-surgical unit until you are good to go, and that includes attitude, because everything is a symptom or reaction to something if it is paranormal.

So I wake up in jail, wondering how the hell I ended up in jail. Then it sorta came to me, but not really. I had only remembered being arrested, not much else or for what for. This was not my first hell in a cell, so I did not freak out, I just figured I had done something wrong. So when I saw the judge, I literally fell down when he told me what I was being charged with: aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, three counts of child endangerment, one count of interrupting an emergency phone call. My bond was almost $40,000. I was facing over 15 years in actual prison for a moment in time that I not only cannot remember, but what I do remember of it, I cannot be sure even took place because of the amount of opiates that were still in my system. So I made bail. I voluntarily went to the hospital to find out if I was crazy. I then asked to be sent to the VA Psych Evaluation center in order to either rule out insanity, or worse, confirm it. I only knew that the charges did not fit the man. I had no history of mental illness, no prior domestic violence incidents, private or public, nothing that would suggest I am a danger to myself or others.

Bail + Four Days

Medical Diagnosis (not my theory)

Opiate Induced Psychosis: common. COMMON? Adverse side effect of mixing surgical general anesthesia with diphenhydramine and opiate narcotics [IMPORTANT CHOICE 2,3,&4].

So now that I had an indefinite restraining order placed against me, I could not return to my own home or get within 50 yards of any of my family, their schools while operating, or place of employment or leisure. So, yeah, I was immediately HOMELESS. My money went to providing the lifestyle my wife and kids needed. It was not grand, but that's what I did with it. I was not left with much after that. I was not going to withhold any savings from my kids, they may need it. I could have been spiteful and wrecked my ex-wife's life by doing such, but I would be making my kids pay for something they did not do.

Anyway, why was I worried? I phoned a friend and had a place within hours; however, in that brief moment you start understanding the situation. Despite what options you later realize.

I am ending this portion here and will write more in the next few days. Sure, right now you are thinking so what or this is boring, oh just wait until I get to why I was charged. It will blow your mind! Also, I will prove a certain fact about TEXAS, WOMEN, LAW ENFORCEMENT BIAS, and the complete incompetence of those McLennan County Deputies. Also, future reading will consist of many more CHOICES which have lead me here. I assure you that you will want to continue reading. This all plays out like a Hollywood movie, and I do not sensationalize anything by making that statement. I no longer watch TV nor go to movies, so if you thought I just watched too much TV, you can toss that out the window. I also no longer find material possessions and popularity important parts of social interaction or life in general. The writing you will read is genuine, not dramatized for flare and honest, as you will see when I really get into who I was.

Thank you,

Chad