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Sunday, 01 April 2012 00:00

Dodging Bullets is a story about my life.  It’s a story about the Houdini-like escaping from failure with the assistance of government, family, friends, and the grace of God.  I learned from my experience in Vietnam, “you can’t worry about the bullet that doesn’t hit you; otherwise you’d be shot by the one that would have missed you”.   It all started as a baby born into a poor family in Wilmington, DE with parents with mental illness, alcoholism, and abuse.  One child died before I was born because of that abuse.  The rest of us were sent to orphanages and foster homes beginning in 1953.  Two additional children were added to the family after 1953 for a total of ten minus one.  I was sent to the Klingberg Children’s Home in New Britton, CT from five years old to thirteen with some of my other brothers and sisters from 1953 until 1961.  I went to chapel every morning, emotionally from afar singing Christian songs like “What a Friend We Have in Jesus”. 

My brothers, sisters, and I that were in the orphanage went back home in 1961 to live in the projects in Wilmington, DE.  There was additional abuse in my family; my parents split-up the final time within the first year of coming home.  I became a product of my environment.  As a “whitie” I had the attitude of some of my black friends; “it was stupid to be intelligent”.   I flunked 7th, 9th, and quit after the 10th grade.  After quitting school and before joining the Marines I moved in with some white friends and worked for Justice Brothers in Newport, DE; a store which sold appliances and installed TV antennas.  I was a volunteer fireman for a couple of years as well. 

After joining the Marines, I was with Mike Company 3/7 in Vietnam in ‘68.  I dodged bullets as anyone did that was in a combat unit.  I was only a PFC and just handled what was in front of me.  I did what I was told; I wasn’t a decision maker.  I can’t claim any fame in Vietnam except the booby prize: a Purple Heart when I was blinded by a booby trap September 29, ‘68.  The story about dodging bullets is not so much about what happened in Vietnam in ‘68; it’s about what happened during my life facing failures.  

After I was blinded in Vietnam and was in a car accident which paralyzed me for a short time February 26, ‘70; I came back and obtained two Bachelor’s Degrees, a Juris Doctor of Law Degree and had successful law practices.  I obtained a black belt in Judo and a brown belt in Aikido.  I somehow had the opportunity to assist others throughout my lifetime.   According to the American Psychiatric Association statistics, I could have chosen a gay life, engaged in criminal activities, been an abuser, or become a drug addict.   Problems were all around me, and I had my own.   Just by the will of hanging in there to do the right thing when I was facing failure, I was able to accomplish many good things for myself and others. 

Since Vietnam, I’ve kept a gun against my head with the trigger pulled to come through for myself and others for some reason I can’t explain. I made mistakes; at the same time I made Houdini-like escapes from my mistakes.  When I forgave others for their mistakes, God would forgive me for mine and allow me to dodge bullets.  Some people would call the ability to dodge bullets luck.  I say “thank you, everyone; because of you and because of the grace of God, I’ve been able to escape from disaster and help others: while I was dodging bullets”.  I cannot predict the future; like in Vietnam, I can only handle what’s in front of me.  




Dodging Bullets is short stories about my life that I’m writing for a year or two.  After completion of the hundreds of short stories, I’ll write a book about my thoughts behind Dodging Bullets.  I hope my story can help others with their lives.  When we die, nothing matters except our souls.

Last Updated on Wednesday, 04 April 2012 09:48