Thanks for sticking with me to page 3. I'm trying to add a page a day, so that if you check my page every day, you'll see something new. Well, I imagine that I'll eventually run out of things to say, but then I can just start to copy books in here. I'll have you reading Anna Karenina in no time! Just kidding, really, I wouldn't suject anyone to that. Anyway, since you're still reading, I'm going to assume that you're interested in reading some more stuff about me. And so I'm going to tell you. Let me start at the very beginning. I was born on November 16, 1977 to my proud (so they say) parents, Ron and Kathy Johnson, and to one brother, Ron Jr. Ron Jr. was five years and some odd months older than me. I was born at 5:56 p.m. at Truman Medical Center West in Downtown Kansas City, Missouri. My parents were living in Grandview, Missouri, about 17 miles south of KC, at the time, managing a small apartment complex. Shortly after I was born, we moved from Grandview and went somewhere else; my memory fails me. I can't seem to remember where it was. Anyway, by the time I was 4, we were back at Grandview, and my parents were once again managing the Belvidere Square Apartments. I went to Belvidere Elementary School for 7 years, Grandview East Junior High for 2 years, and Grandview High School for 4 years. I graduated from GHS in the top half of my class (with a 2.8; makes you wonder what the other half of the class had) in 1996. My life in Grandview was anything but spectacular. Things happened (like the sexual abuse/rape/incest/whatever you want to call it), but nothing ever got my family down. We always looked to humor to get us through. Truth be known, that's why I'm so whacked today. Anyway, after I graduated from GHS, I worked for the summer, and in August of '96, I went to college at Northwest Missouri State University in Maryville, Missouri, about 2 and a half hours north of KC. I made it there until October of '96, when the manic depression that had plagued me for years, unbeknownst to my family, finally caught up with me. I dropped out to go home and seek therapy so that I could return to school in January. At the time, I sincerely thought that college was something I wanted. Once I got home, my mother, a diabetic who had withstood many amputations over 4 years, decided to have the below-the-knee amputation she'd been putting off. She went into the hospital on November 5, 1996, to have the surgery. That weekend, we found out that she had lost her job of 16 years because of this amputation. Since we were on-site managers, we not only lost our job, but our home as well. Late that November, we moved in with my brother and his wife. Bear in mind that my brother was the perpetrator of the incest I went through as a child. It was hellish living with him, and in December, my parents finally found out about the abuse. I won't go into all that happened after that. We moved out, ended up in Kansas City, Kansas, I went back to school, decided I REALLY didn't want to be there, dropped out, came home, and now I'm working full time and I'm enrolled in a computer software training course. Life is good. And there it is: my life history. Well, there's more. But I'll save that for page 4!
There is much more to come, I promise!
Coming soon, to a webpage near you, pages on:
Freedom of the Road Riders (FORR, a motorcycle organization)
A Poetry Corner (open to submissions)
Girl Scouts of the United States of America (a GREAT organization)
Short Story Corner (open to submissions)
Survivors of Sexual Abuse
AND LOTS AND LOTS OF OTHER STUFF!! Stay tuned for it all...it'll take
some time to get it all done.
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