Those pesky dots….

Trying to put together why things hurt and why I am familiar with this pain???

Stroke 1968, Johnson AFB Japan…

The before memory of why the stroke happened is there it is recovery after the stroke that has some memory issue, but I remember some things…

We lived below the hill outside the main gate and that road to the rice patty houses we called them was as steep as it could legally be and it was curves as you went down that road…

The walk to the base could take a good half hour up the hill…

If it was icy, I could slide in my shoes but it was sketchy the couple times I tried…

I have memory of walking down, but no walks up…

A flash of memory says I may and that is beyond huge maybe had PT after the stroke, or because of that walking that had a impact on my left leg…

What I noticed, putting pelvis in proper tilt, put stress on the left thigh and that is the muscle that has been in pain since the snake dance…

Something about this and what I am doing, to correct decades of bad posture due to pain…

It’s familiar….

No stress, other than realizing how much I am responsible for now with Homers world…

I got nothing… The family drama is over, they have their world and I have a statute of limitations I will be watching, if I choose to revive the family drama… It was good stimulation for writing…

Unless something new comes up, me thinks the book will get more words… So hard to keep that train of thought too…

I remember…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

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