Dying Twice Was Never Enough…

Those are bruises from my scalp down… near death #1

Getting to live through dying, not once, but twice, before I made it to 14 years old, alwyas makes me ask this question???

What have I got left to fear???

Death is our ultimate game ender and if you aren’t lucky enough to have someone there to bring you back, that death may be final…

My first time, I was strangled to death and the next thing I know, my head is being slapped back and forth on the floor… I was 8 years old and those involved, only 1 left living… No love lost either… see pic above, those are the bruises from the first death…

The second time around, it was Larry and I and we took on my 300+ pound 6 ft 4 in. father and Larry ended up severely beaten and sent home to his dad and I died after a fist to my chest and woke to police and medics working on me and lots and lots of screaming from my cowards, oooops, brothers and sisters and mother as dad was handcuffed and taken into custody…

So what more can a human do to me that hasn’t already been done and it have a negative impact???

Nothing…

Unless you read the blog about the court clerk triggering my flight or fight response, none of this makes sense…

I am starting to understand one thing though…

If I had more than 1 bleed on the brain or more than 1 stroke, figuring out when is going to take that special MRI where they date the iron in the blood stain on the brain and basically can pin it down to a year…

If that test ever gets done, then I know who’s watch I nearly died on…

The Air Force or the VA!!!

People think we veterans get good health care and what they don’t realize, every doctor that comes out of school and goes straight into the service, hasn’t got the experience or the knowledge to be effectual and many dependents and veterans suffer at their incompetence and we can’t sue them thanks to congress and SCOTUS, but hey those same law makers, they can be millionaires on the backs of America’s veterans…

No different than using children in mans war of gods… Explotation versus smoke and mirrors propaganda…

This is all repeated words I have said before…

Still working on the site, not sure how this is going to go… Trying to work on the book has been difficult with everything else I am doing…

So have a wonderful day, stay cool… We are inside after finishing washing the 5th wheel… too hot and too miserable to be outdoors…

I remember…

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About Me

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…

Start at #1 to follow my story, being told in chronological order…

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