Out of H.S.
Your in your mid fifties and feel like high school was just a recent experience in your current life journey.
Thanks for joining me! Hi, My name is Dan, and I want to give you some background information on me so you know me on a somewhat personal level.
A psychologist once told me after 45 minutes of basically my life testimony that my story was abnormal but interesting and he scheduled another appointment the same week because of his fascination of my life experiences.
Lets put it this way, I moved out of state early, so at nineteen and living inTexas when most young adults are still at home or off to college, I was working and doing what wild young teenagers do, what ever the hell I wanted!
My high school years were very interesting and normal of your basic student today. I myself got along with just about everyone but was knowledgeable to those that struggled with acceptance of others and themselves. I didn’t become a Junior, ( credit wise ) until half way through my Junior year because I didn’t participate and pretty much rebelled as a burn-out at first.Started drinking and smoking early in life, approximately 14, or Freshman year. Only to have to pound the credits my Senior year to graduate.
I was raised around Motorsports as a part of not only the family business of underground construction, but needless to say that is what funded most of it. So a lot of travel was involved as the sanctioned events were U.S.A.C. Midgets and Sprint Cars. I also raced Go Carts during my teens for twelve and on. Dirt bikes and Snowmobiles were also a part of quality fun time. We did have to work for the business to get our fun time granted,believe me when I say we learned to work at the age of 12 and on to be able to have our toys and free time. Although we also got paid so growing up that young with a job already in place was a blessing in disguise really. If you wanted to learn the trade of hard work that is.
So out of high school I immediately moved out with two friends in a three bedroom apartment. I was eighteen in the middle of my senior year and wanted to move out then but dad put the stop on that with his two rules, eighteen and graduate to leave the house. So we’ll call my roommates Tim and Tom, Tim was a year ahead of us and Tom also worked for my father but had come from a family that was in business also, his family owned a farm and he also had grown up with toys such as motorcycles and snowmobiles. We both had street bikes and were pretty crazy on them always doing wheelies and smoking the tires.
The apartment complex was two blocks off the highway and work was about two miles from the on/off ramp and down the highway was three to four miles so five to six miles to work and I would say it was more on the six mile mark if not a touch more. Toms bike was a 550 GPZ and mine was a KZ750, One morning he left a little before me but we were running late and decided to race to work. Well moving at over 100MPH I caught up at the off ramp that was a carousal or clover leaf, well going into the round corner with cars in front of us in a single lane with emergency lanes on both sides he took the inside and I took the outside at over 80 plus MPH we passed all the cars with our bikes laid down as if they were road coarse racers, out of the corner side by side two of us screaming at 120 plus with no thought of road signs. I had gotten slowed down by a car we approached as he made the correct pass but coming up to the entrance of work I slid the bike sideways and came off the down gear making the entrance before him. Four minutes to work, you do the math.
So you can see my wildness already becoming a usual substance to my daily attitude.
The Start
Alright! Here we go.
Hi Everyone, this is Dan, or Daniel, I’m good with either really. Of coarse in the event that somebody would reply, unless if they may have something personal I may have insulted them somehow or they’re upset another way? I don’t know?, well,in case ? I apologize now. I also would like to inform those that this is not going to be just a blog,
Dritys, what really started and still is Dream It Yourself Recovery Tutor Support. A self supporting Attribute that was a thought at a time and now is a “work in progress”. Dreams;A cherished aspiration,ambition or series of thoughts and sensations occurring in a persons mind during sleep. Similarities of fantasy and hope, or things greatly desired.
When I wrote this what stood out was cherished,aspiration,thought and sensations, and the word Hope!, which at that moment is when, (what I call),”the Spirit”, hit me. No I,m not going to Minister to you, Sometimes I believe to receive messages through dreams, that is all I’ll say about that. But there’s a reason in the story behind the name. We’ll get to that as we go. As now you can tell I am new at this blog and website thing, please I do apologize and it’ll get better, Promise!.
Dream It Yourself 