How did you do in school and my other question… Do you remember your schooling from pre school on up… I do, some of it…

Even after the beating for the TV interview… I continued to thrive to learn… and my kids and grandkids will tell you, tell me you are going to higher education and stay the course, you got my support… Talk is cheap when it comes to educating yourself… You have to have the desire to get that higher education… Something I always have strived for…

I took college when I was active duty, but the rape and attempted murder of my kids on base, started a chain reaction to my discharge… Silence was what they wanted and not anyone knowing the Base commander at Vance AFB… covered up rape and attempted murder by the 1st Sgt.. kid!!! That’s another story… Which I had reenlisted another 6 years, then things went wrong…

For me education has always been important… Neither one of my son’s graduated high school and to be honest, I am fighting myself on our WILL’s… I don’t want to leave any of our kids more than $20K… !!!!!! They don’t deserve it nor have they earned it… and that’s reality of Gen Z or what ever label they go by… Our kids don’t deserve our hard earned lifestyle…

Anyway back to education…

When I flunked the 4th grade, that was after the near death at 8 years old and my sister strangling me to death… This picture shows the bruises… Freda and my sister are real true blue christians… They fear retribution… Life does it all by it’s self… as Freda already found out and sis, won’t be far behind…

Don was at the Bay of Pigs when this happened, we were stationed at Montgomery where several bases are and were there for 4 years before he was sent to Vietnam…

Freda lied about what happened and Don, he didn’t care… He, really didn’t care… What happened to us kids was a mute point… It was always about his love Freda… 7 kids paid for that love…

Anyhow…

I flunked 4th grade and what memory I have, my sister and I shared the same class and that’s when I learned little sis could lie her ass off and it was then I knew…

I never had a sister, I had a jailer… and she would prove to be a typical lying, raving lunatic for mans god, because it kept her secret… She killed her sister… ME!!!!

Yea, by that time, I faked the religion just so I could survive another day and by that time… I knew… Life in that family would be a tight rope of hormones and crazy behavior and all the time, swearing a god was real and that god would punish if I didn’t obey, instead the adults and sister did the punishing…

Right sis??? That Judo throw of my body with a central spinal cord injury… Yea, real peach that cunt… Oh she locked me in a cabinet till I was catatonic… Yep, christians are exactly who they say they are… ROTTEN!!!

Back to education…

We get to Japan after the Texas near death and the loss of my big brother, and I couldn’t tell you more than 3 memories, freshman year to Junior and somehow I skipped a grade and by the time we got to Okinawa I was doing fine, till Don knocked me across the room and I had another bleed on the brain…

Government class the teacher said to me, I know you can do good in this class, I know you can get an A… So I studied for the test he was referring too and yea, I got a A-… I didn’t bother after that, but I graduated high school on time, barely…

Domestic violence will screw with you, so will sexual assault and in all those years of school, no one turned in my parents for abuse… Christians stick together when it comes to discrimination or abuse and I see that online at blue sky…

Those who profess to love a god, yea, she didn’t reach out to me, when I came back online… nope her and the others that profess christian behavior are absolutely the worse of bigots and they lie online and profess to be soo…. SWEET??? Yea, I am laughing…

What is this write about…

A article by google or something said that they had studied education etc and how AI etc and I squawked!!!

I asked, I asked for decades… How do I learn…???

I always said to those that listened, I learned by repetition and by rereading until it sunk in and reading, yea, it rarely sunk in… or so I thought…

I have read over a 1,000 books… I gave away just as many when we moved into our motor home…

But, I can’t tell you what I read… until someone starts talking about it and then all of a sudden a wealth of information floods in and I am like, where the hell did that come from…

We bought Midsomer Murder DVD’s… We had almost the whole series before they were stolen… we bought them, because we enjoy the series and then it happened…

We put the shows in to watch again years later and less than 5 minutes in, I knew the whole story, and remembered the who DVD… BUMMER!!!!!!

That’s when I realized, if it interests me or it’s part of something I am working on or it’s something I really want to know… I will remember it, but I have no clue how I filed it away or where…

Same thing happens with any TV show or movie… We had about 1500 movies and rarely did we watch them more than once, unless it was sci-fi… I remember all of it and it’s boring to watch again… Unless it’s Sci-fi… That’s my fun or veg kind of shows… Brain candy…

I brag I know about computers… Air Force sent me to programming class on Japan, boring beyond belief… Then had me using various kinds of PCs which you wouldn’t recognize today and it hit…

I had a natural ability with electronics and I would end up owning some killer equipment I brought back from Japan in the 80’s…

By the time the 90’s rolled around… I was solving software problems without training and I was tearing machines apart and repairing them… I screwed up one PC and took it to a shop and the guy says, no idea how to fix it… Took it home, went into the registry on a whim and there was the issue… That was 10 to 15 computers ago…

My last 2 machines, a game PC and a laptop…

I don’t know how I do what I do…

I taught myself to cook, I taught myself how to sew, crochet, knit, work with clay, make jewelry, build houses, do plumbing, electrical (which I am stumped on at the moment in the 5th wheel)… I taught myself… Just like I did in the military… (squeal the hot water heater for the RV is down almost a 100, going to order it the end of the month, want to sell that RV)… an yea, with Homer’s help, I will be doing the job…

I was sent from basic training straight to my base as a dental tech and I had zero experience or knowledge, in fact, I turned green on my first patient… Yea, I am laughing…

I asked the neurologist on Hawaii a lot of questions about the brain, I needed his knowledge and he was helpful, but even he couldn’t tell me how I learn… All he could do for me, explain my injuries so that I understood the pain I had always lived with… That’s what made it possible to control the pain without narcotics… Knowledge!!!

I know my ability to learn, it changed after the near death in Alabama… at 8 years old… That loss of oxygen impacted my brain and who knows when the vessel in my brain became weak…

Freda was always hitting my head from the time I was a toddler, until Don’s last blow at 17…

My head took more blows than a football player…(ALS they say is high among them, if so, what is so different about me???) CTE, Dementia, athropy of the brain… I got nada… But I have had over 20 concusions and a moderate TBI and brain bleed(s)… I turn 72 soon… MRI only shows what I mentioned… Though, with Homer’s dementia, I am real aware of what I need to watch for in myself… I can’t imagine us both having that at the same time…(yea that’s a scary thought)…

So, anyone writing about education, isn’t doing any kind of favors to the public… Thanks to morons in religion and in politics, we will have a world of brain injuries and thousands of survivors and learning, won’t be like anything text book… and more than one doctor has told me straight up, I am not text book on a lot of the stuff with brain injury… I have ability they can’t explain, nor can I…

I know, I am living it and have been living it since my first death… They say things happen to the brain upon death and you get abilities you didn’t have before… For me, that’s not the case… Because my first memories are before I was even a year old and I know that, because there was a picture in my mom’s stuff and that was when she hit me… I wasn’t a year old… I was born with my ability, violence altered it… Not sure I would say thanks on that though…

I remember…

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