I started out writing this blog a few years ago with the desire to write about my life, my Navy career, and the things that are important to me. It was meant primarily to be a record of my life for my family and those who survive me. In the years that followed, I have written about issues that effect the Navy and our country. This blog has also given growth to two other blogs I write. That being said, I have been spending more and more time reminiscing about the past. That is the nature of my disease, so don't be surprised. I have said before on this site that the things that give me pleasure today are serving GOD as a Pastor, talking with old shipmates, and thinking about my past Navy career, all 40 years.
So, I have been thinking a lot, about the things I have done. If you go back to my first posts, you will learn I had a rough beginning. I dropped out of High School in my senior year. Not smart, I know. I joined the Navy and found a home. I was a 14 year Master Chief. A command Master Chief of a Spruance Class Destroyer and an A-6 attack Air Squadron. I was Force Master Chief, Surface Forces, U.S. Atlantic Fleet with 17 years of service. Retired with 20 years after being a semi-finalist for Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy. I went to work for the government as a civil servant with Naval Sea Support Center, Atlantic. I was a tech rep, a program manager, and a Branch Head. I earned a Bachelors Degree in Human Resources Administration, graduating Cum Laude. I have been the Commander of two AWANA programs, one with a sustained membership of 400 children under the age of 13. I have been an Elder in two Churches, a Deacon, in one, and have just been Ordained as an Associate Pastor. I have been married to the same, beautiful, educated, terrible patient wife for over 38 years. She earned her Master's Degree in Library Science and was a professional Librarian for over 25 years. I have an adult son and three grandsons. And now, I have a new challenge.
I often tell people that fighting this disease is like being in a heavy weight boxing match with an opponent that is 6 inches taller that you, 50 pounds heavier, and has a 12 inch reach advantage. I am going to loose. But I keep trying to get inside and punch for all I am worth, thinking I may slow him down and delay the inevitable. Maybe I will even go the distance and get a decision! Maybe not.
I write all of this because I don't want who I am to get lost in my memory or in yours. That is something that frightens me like never before. I have great difficulties remembering the names of friends, relatives, and old shipmates. So, I guess they have the same problems as me.