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I had an instantaneous life altering event the week of August 28, 1998. Everything that I knew, was, could do and would do changed in a second. Out of it I became disabled.
During the first year of my disability there was a lot of sadness for what I had lost physically, but more anger for the dreams that would never ever happen. Things that I said I would do once I retired, but now never can. It was a very lonely and desolate time. People that I considered friends vanished, suicide was always on my mind, and I was lost.
At some point I began to realize that I have had a wonderful (often troubled) life. I was an adventurer and have done some things many would frown upon, and a lot many would have loved the opportunity to have done. I decided to try and stop mourning my losses and be a bit more thankful for the opportunities that I had experienced.
So I began to be thankful for the dreams that I had been able to achieve and the adventures that had helped define me. They were old things, old dreams and I wish I had remembered more, and taken better care of documenting them. The memories were abit Rusty.
Ergo RustyDreams...