One Chapter of 'My life on the A train'

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Just os you can read what I am working on... Remember this is part of the book not the book. I know a lot on here wonder where my frustration and anger comes from for our current situation in America. This is part of my book, My life on the A train. It is an autobiography of my life and where I have been. However this chapter is very important to explain where I am coming from....Remember this is only one chapter. There are 36. This is from book two and a second draft so please be easy on me...My proofers are not done yet... As I have traveled a few places here in the United States and drove through the Yukon and British Columbia to Alaska twice. I often will watch shows on Global Warming. You know the stuff that does not exist? Or so others would have you believe. We are told by the Government so many things it is hard to know what to believe. As days pass into weeks and then years until something happens that affects your world and grabs a hold of you, shaking you and screaming, “Why the frig are you here?” My anger is to the current status que… the Military, which is part of the Government. So it is not the men and women who defend us but more so the Government that they are serving, they are just doing their job, it is their bosses they must listen too. One Military base in particular, Elmendorf Air Force Base near Anchorage Alaska. My Ex-husband was stationed at Fort Richardson. You must understand I never expected to get married let alone have children before I begin this entry log. I had an amazingly, beautiful baby boy. I know all parents say that, but my son had a 9 and a 10 apgar or also known as the Activity, Pulse, Grimace, Appearance, Respiration. He had 10 fingers, 10 toes, 2 eyes, and 1 nose. He was amazing to me. 9 months later he was fighting for his life. He had his first seizure that killed him. He needed CPR for more than 17 minutes and had turned completely blue, all from a seizure. Let me tell you, seeing your child lie in a hospital bed with tubes and needles in him really wakes you up. You are powerless at this moment and floored because you want to kiss the booboo away but you can’t. You can’t take away what happened, you have to deal with it and move forward. Understand my son was fine 2 days prior to this. What was the change? I am going to share that with you. There are things called Well Baby Check ups and all children in the United States, unless for valid reasons must receive vaccines. Vaccines save lives just a point before I start. I know we need vaccines, it is not a choice, it is a responsibility to humanity; especially in this day and age. My son was due for his polio vaccine. It just so happened I watched a 20/20 episode on vaccines and Elmendorf was listed in the line up of issues with the vaccine. Now if you are a concerned parent you question everything. Anyway, when I took my son for the vaccines I requested the IPV knowing full well it would have to be mailed to Alaska. Now remember it is a hassle sometimes to get mail in Alaska and no, sled dogs do not deliver the mail. If you are not sure what the IPV is it is the Inactivated Polio Vaccine-a dead cell-a dead virus. The military personnel behind the desk told me the OPV was the same as the IPV and it was just a scare from the Media. I argued and told them I wanted the IPV. Again the response was I could only get the OPV. Also known as the Oral Polio Vaccine, a live cell, a live virus. I argued and the Military personnel informed me I should have requested the IPV weeks ago and I could not reschedule the immunizations and if I went off base we would loose all hospital privileges on base. I continued to argue and they informed me that if I continued to create waves they could have my husband at the time out of the military. I was 21 at the time, a young, new wife, thousands of miles away from home, and I did not want to be left out in the cold with a child. A dishonorable discharge is almost as bad as being in prison. Oh yes, I was on a military base as well. Issues could have arisen in many ways from the unit to the hospital. It is called Peer Pressure. I lost that battle for my son, but I have not lost the war just so you know. My son got the live virus, the OPV. As I have grown, I know my simple Constitutional rights were not only bullied away from me but stripped to the very core at the cost of standing for what was right. I chose not to fight, I chose not to buck the system or question it. My son is the one who paid the price for my pride. My son’s living hell was created because I could not stand for my rights as an American Citizen. I did not feel I had the choice to stand and fight this. I have regretted that day out of all days in my life; the day I gave my rights away and allowed my son to get a bad batch of OPV. I failed him and I failed my country. I accepted the spoon filled sugar that comes from the BS of the Governments laws. Most would think I am a hippies child, a flower child of sorts. I am a Marine Corps Brat and dang proud of it. I was part of the VFW Auxiliary, sold poppies at parades, and still cry when touched by a beautiful show for the flag and our country. I grew up in a home that you were proud of the freedoms of this country. I believe in the The Constitution and the Declaration of Independence. I know the price paid for our freedoms…It is blood. I would die proudly for my freedoms and this country and for my children to inherit these freedoms they are granted. So many say they would do that, but when you get to the brass tacks of it can you back your words. I do by writing what I do. Everyday I write the truth I take a risk of dieing the next day because I upset the wrong person at the wrong time. I would protect these sacred freedoms taken for granted every day. It pains me to see the travesties upon the flag today; the disrespect of all the men and women who died and are still dieing so we can have our bloody freedoms; the apathetic feelings that all is ok until it affects you. It angers me that on a daily basis our Constitution is being shredded right before our very eyes and one person can only start a fire, it requires a unit to destroy a house, yet when most are complacent because until affects them, they will not act. Let me tell you, even the smallest pebble can create a ripple in the ocean. Small but it is still a part of that ocean now and eventually it will be a part of a wave. I believe in this country and the people in it. I believe they hold fast to their freedoms. I believe our Forefathers had a vision of a better world for us from the tyranny they felt. After all there is something that does say… “For all men are created Equal.” I am a fool, but I believe our freedoms are worth fighting for, even if that fight leads to death. I want people to be able to live with peace and prosperity, to have equality and freedom of their beliefs and words, I believe in what that Constitution and Declaration of Independence stands for. I believe in it enough to die for it. Just so you know, my husband at the time, was what is called a PFC, or a Private First Class on an Army Base that had an Air Force hospital. You take a guess who won seniority there. Anyway had I been a Master Sergeants wife, I would have been listened to as not to create waves. My son would have gotten the IPV. I believe that my son was given the OPV because someone up there knew I was Irish and a patriot. Rank does matter in the military and life, but rank is experience. I can learn from experience. So can you if you are willing. With out rank or skin, all of us are the same, for the most part, we have a head, a brain, torso and limbs of some sort. It is inside that makes us who we are; inside I am raging against the machine and pushing the envelope to question what is handed to me. My son is now 16 and can experience seizures at any time, right now he is seizure free thankfully and an amazing child too boot. I can not tell you how many days we were in the hospital while he was actively seizing, he died 3 times by the age of 6. Had to learn how to re-walk and re-talk twice, lived in a hospital for 3 months, and all I had to do was call the ER and they would have a room ready when we arrived, all due to my rights stripped as I allowed it. NEVER AGAIN…I will question everything. He is now healthy for this moment in time. The human spirit is amazing and my son is living proof. This concludes our book cast day. Thanks in advance for your replies, Aingealicia