Someone or several persons, in various places, more than, once suggested to me that I write ‘My Story’… Back then, I thought the suggestion sounded ridiculous.

Why would I want to write a story about my life, my adventures, and my experiences. Back then, I had a phenomenal memory. I’d read a book, underline something, and years later be able to tell you what it said, on what page it could be found, and in what book it was in.

Why would I ever need to write it down?

Then along came life, increasing years of age, and a Traumatic Brain Injury in 2019.

Suddenly, I couldn’t remember.

Some History: I grew up on several farms. I’d helped uncles, fix machinery, bale hay, milk cows, clean almost everything, and had put things back together many times.

All of them became foggy recollections and stories I thought I’d heard were no longer clear.

While in the Brain Trauma Unit in April of 2019, my wife tells me I had many people visit.

I don’t remember any of that.

At one point in my recovery, I attempted to put a simple garden cart together from a kit. I failed because I couldn't remember what I’d read or watched on the computer. I repeatedly couldn’t figure out where the nut and bolt went…
Highly Frustrated I was.

I write all this because what this includes is largely made up of what I had to research to rediscover who I was and who were the people who made up my family history.

The research has convinced me that God had been at work for a very long time in and through me, but that it hasn’t been a straightforward ascent but rather a maze consisting sometimes of confusion, sometimes brilliance, sometimes seeming coincidence, and always God’s Grace.

All of the persons alluded to in these Twisted Tales are actual persons whose names have been as necessarily changed because the actual people would likely object to being made out to be heroes or heroines
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They are heroes and heroines because despite seemingly insurmountable circumstances, they never gave up trying to make a Life in very difficult times.

They are heroes and heroines because without them my life would have been much more shallow and likely less consequential.

Few of them did what seems spectacular today, but some did spectacular things by allowing me to live alongside them for a time.

This isn’t a Newspaper or a Document for Reporting ‘just the facts’, it’s ‘My Story’…from a brain damaged old Veteran now in his 70’s trying to reconstruct a foggy past.

I've written much more and would love to share it. Just let me know.