A brief story of my life

Southern boy by birth, born in the big easy on the ninth day of the ninth month in the year 1971. My parents were pastel portrait artists and painters as well as drunks and lascivious merry-makers. So much so that I was neglected and abused until the timely and compassionate adoption by a true mom - Melvina Gilson. Jackson Square was my home of youth, for my teens it was a small rural river town(Pearlington, MS) where I attended St. Stanislaus high school and graduated in 1989. Served my time with the 129th medical battalion (Army National Guard) located in Mobile, AL where I was attending the University of S. Alabama. I was a Combat Medic, and proud to say so. I continued my pre-med studies at USA with a major emphasis in Biochemistry. During these collegiate years I worked full time as a paramedic in S. MS. I commuted long distances and worked long hours while taking very rigorous academics (Organic Chemistry, Histology, Physics). During these conflicted years my mother's health deteriorated leading up to her death in November, 1999. Deeply hurt, alone, and void of a traditional family I turned inward and sought refuge in my own depression. My studies hurt, my love life shot, my dreams crushed with every poor grade I earned. I graduated in 2000 from USA with a BS degree. A degree that was now of little use since my gpa was only a 2.4, hardly what is needed today to be a competitive applicant for medical school. I moved back to my mothers home in Pearlington where I worked for Acadian Ambulance 911 in Louisiana. Several years later I met my first wife and married in the Spring of 2003. My marriage was very rocky from the start as I entered into a communion with insanity. My wife turned out to have severe Bipolar disorder, social anxiety, and happened to love wine. Too bad she didn't tell me she was taking 200mg of Zoloft. Six months into our marriage she embezzled 20,000 from Hancock bank where she worked as a representative. Our relationship was crushed and torn sundered by the emotional aftermath of her arrest. I recovered very quickly seeking new love in earnest. I met my true love 6 months after my divorce and married again in the winter of 2004. Our relationship would be sorely tested in the frightful and harrowing year - 2005. I was involved in a roll-over high speed crash, amazingly no injuries except for a very sore head and neck. A collision with a 400lb wild boar at 75mph in a Toyota Matrix, and then the creme della creme was the destruction of our Pearlington home by hurricane Katrina. It was a bad year, a game changer, a moment of life that is never forgotten. We are still recovering........

This is but a brief window into my life.