Post by RangoA@live.com on Jul 7, 2008 17:30:06 GMT -5
;D I moved to NYC again after my mother had another intimate talk with me about my brother's supposed limp-node cancer, after several conversations, I didn't believe my mother and went back in my mind to 1991, when she told me I was going to become an important person again but at that time an appreciated, needed and wanted person to my brother rather than the opposite way for a change, where my family finally said to me, I was more needed to my family than they were to me. They had been saying the exact opposite until I was thirty-one years old. However, I didn't understand the magnitude of why that changed, it was so strange and taking into consideration they told me my brother had lymphatic cancer, I thought he may be cured of lymphatic cancer. I mean really, he was a medical doctor and knew many other medical doctors, nurses, hospital administrators, etc., etc. etc. Yet, my mother was describing to me from about August until I arrived by Amtrak train in Manhattan in November, both of 1992, an illness that more was closer to an STD than anything else I was familiar with. I asked my mother during that time whether he had HIV/AIDS? She broke down and started crying again after I said to her all the symptoms and illness you're conveying to me of my brother's Hodgkin's Disease doesn't sound anything at like it especially when she told me there was no cure and my brother was going to die soon. My friend and roommate whom had put me up in his apartment at Lake Starcrest Village until about two or three weeks before my family started finally deciding that I was needed more then they needed me and bring me back to NYC, which I was happy to hear because I loved NYC and the people there but not happy it was occurring under extremely sad circumstances such as these I've just wrote about. My brother was keeping himself in the closet with that lethal, highly stigmatized disease and that's what I was told was the reason they kept it a secret from almost everyone, including me. I was thrown out by one of my closest friends at Lake Starcrest Village Apartments due to he wouldn't spend time with me and/or our friends and I objected to that type of behavior, especially since I was working as much as I could with my former roommate at Covert Apartments (which was an supervised apartment complex at Boley Manor in Clearwater) during the mid-eighties and his family took me in and let try to make some money doing and/or being there when they needed and wanted me to work moving furniture at their place of business on Hercules Drive and Drew Road -- Where they owned a new/used furniture store. I did the best I could for them and did really care for James and Valerie's (father) whom was good to me and caught me when I was thrown out of my apartment at Lake Starcrest Village. I was homeless again for about two weeks and his father let me live in the furniture store for two weeks or so as long as I worked at the store for free during that time. They did provide food and drinks for me while I lived in their furniture store until I could work out with my own family another way out of homelessness and that was to allow them to emotionally blackmail me into traveling to NYC, NY by Amtrak train so that the least amount of money would be paid by them at the time for me to get to NY, NY. I went along with it, since I was kicked out of my apartment that I shared with a close friend of mine and was putting out my former roommate, his partner and his father for the reason that they were letting me live in their furniture store while I had nowhere to go until the travel arrangements were made for me to go, once again, to a city that I loved and couldn't wait to get too. I had been through so much in Florida and really had no choice due to my graduation from the school of hard knocks (which the US was notoriously hiding in the road to becoming successful in america) and I was desperate with no other options other than to go with my mother and brother back to the Big Apple (where Frank Sinatra sang in one of his many beautiful songs, 'if I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere, it's up to you New York, New York' from the song titled New York, New York. I didn't understand, nor do I still to this day, the significance of what was to occur for the next two to several years back in Gotham (Manhattan, NYC). I had evolved into striving for and making my goal to be someone and not a loser there where I had done it before and was unaware of the consequences of doing it again with all these factors in place and about to get much worse. I started that fairy-tale living fantasy in my head from Fall, 1992 through my train trip from Tampa , Fl n and having to switch Amtrak trains at least twice (once in Orlando and once in Philadelphia) until I arrived in Penn Stations and/or Grand Central Station in NY, I don't remember which train terminal it was after such a long trip and I had my mind on other things when I got there. It took about forty-eight hours on board a couple and/or few trains and were a little late in comparison to our scheduled arrival time in NYC. I had to be there for my mother, mostly, since she had put it all of that to me so caringly, thoughtfully and affectionately for a change and I loved my mother and brother. The next two years were going to become the saddest, most disconcerting, troublesome, unforgettable and unforgivable two years of my life for quite some time in the future, including after I moved again from NYC to the Tampa Bay Area in 1999.