This month is National Diabetes Month. I was 4 years old when Mom was diagnosed as a type 1 diabetic. She was diagnosed on February 14th, 1973 at 35 years old. Dad had bought her Valentine candy that year but she never got to eat it. She had been having episodes of weakness for about a year. The doctor would do fasting blood sugars but they were inconclusive. Shortly before she was diagnosed, she had started losing weight, feeling thirsty…
I was born in Scottsboro to very loving, kind, and devoted parents. I was a momma’s girl and a daddy’s girl. My mother was a stay-at-home mom until I was in the fourth or fifth grade, so we spent a lot of time together. Anytime my dad was going anywhere, I always jumped at the opportunity to go with him. I loved hanging out with him no matter what we were doing. I would lay in his lap and he…
There once was a young boy that loved speed whether it was a motorcycle or a car. He would jump on his motorcycle with no shirt, no shoes, and no helmet. There were times that he would attempt to outrun the police, but unfortunately for him, he ran out of gas and got caught. This all started when he was 14 years old. Throughout the next several years, there were multiple motorcycle accidents and multiple broken bones. He would wake…