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One day, while going to a new job, my car goes off the road and I hit a tree. My heart stops, I am told 5 times...I end up with a partial quad. Parts of arms and legs have lost 60 percent feeling and use. 3 years later, one foot has to be amputated and six months later, the other is gone. While in a physical rehabilitation center, part of me is asking "Why Me?" I have always been a hard worker. Very often volunteered EMS as a volunteer Medical Response Tech. Responding at all hours as a volunteer. Never got paid. I did this for my town, Ansonia CT, for 5.5 years. "Why Me?" ... Without much…mehr

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One day, while going to a new job, my car goes off the road and I hit a tree. My heart stops, I am told 5 times...I end up with a partial quad. Parts of arms and legs have lost 60 percent feeling and use. 3 years later, one foot has to be amputated and six months later, the other is gone. While in a physical rehabilitation center, part of me is asking "Why Me?" I have always been a hard worker. Very often volunteered EMS as a volunteer Medical Response Tech. Responding at all hours as a volunteer. Never got paid. I did this for my town, Ansonia CT, for 5.5 years. "Why Me?" ... Without much success from the doctors after so many visits, I made a comment, "This seems to be giving all of us a hard time. I will fix it." "How?" asks the doctor. "Easy. I will commit suicide," I replied. "How? You are in a hospital. You are confined to a wheelchair, we can say who and if you can have visitors." "I will just not eat or drink anything except for my required pills. Nothing new. Just the ones that my body is used to." For about four days I eat nothing and the doctors see that I am serious...
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Canadian born Gary Wilson moved with his family to live in France for four years when he was young. He dropped out of college when he was twenty and backpacked throughout Europe. He lived with farmers in the mountains of Ketama, Morocco, worked on a kibbutz in Israel, slept on the beaches of the Mediterranean and rooftops of run-down hotels in Istanbul, Turkey. He traveled to thirty-three countries. In winters, he worked as an instructor at Killington, Vermont, where he taught more than a thousand people to ski.He briefly attended the Art Institute of Boston and then exhibited his own work throughout New England. In 1980, he won the prestigious Emily Lowe award for contemporary painting at Allied Artists of America in New York City. A slide catalog of the exhibit toured majorUS universities and then was archived in the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, DC. He was president of the Watertown Artists Association in a Boston suburb.In 1989, married with children, he and his family moved to Whately, Massachusetts. He became finance manager for an international company, American Saw, with travel to Europe to visit customers and oversee their Netherlands operation. Years later, he worked supervising external audit firms for the eighth largest private company in the US, C&S Wholesale Grocers, before retiring in 2018.He always missed what he felt was his purpose, creating art, as the realities of life interceded. He never resumed his painting and drawing after leaving Boston.In March 2021, after his first shot for COVID-19, he began to experience verses in his mind at night. Somewhere between being awake and asleep, storylines crept. He has no idea where they came from, had never written stories before, and certainly had not written verse. Apparently, the vaccine boosted his creativity in a unique way, and it came not in paintings, but in words.