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<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0><script> (function(i,s,o,g,r,a,m){i['GoogleAnalyticsObject']=r;i[r]=i[r]||function(){ (i[r].q=i[r].q||[]).push(arguments)},i[r].l=1*new Date();a=s.createElement(o), m=s.getElementsByTagName(o)[0];a.async=1;a.src=g;m.parentNode.insertBefore(a,m) })(window,document,'script','//www.google-analytics.com/analytics.js','ga'); ga('create', 'UA-47423994-1', 'fortunecity.ws'); ga('send', 'pageview'); </script> <center> <br> <div> <script language="javascript" type="text/javascript" src="http://ad.broadcaststation.net/ads/show_ad.php?width=728&height=90"></script> </div> </center> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=135 BGCOLOR="#FFFF99" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <A HREF="what_i_am_looking_for.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Personal"><U>Home</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id7.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Interests"><U>Interests</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id1.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Coming Out"><U>Coming Out</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id8.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Favorite Links"><U>Favorite Links</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="page_3.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Occupation"><U>Occupation</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="page_4.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Future Plans"><U>Future Plans</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id15.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Contact me"><U>Contact me</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id16.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="wicca"><U>Wicca</U></A></div> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#FFFF99" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <I>Personal</I></div> <div> <B>First of all, I must tell you that in 1987 I was involved in an auto accident </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>which left me with a closed head injury and robbed me of most of my earlier memories. The good news is since I was always an organized person, you know journals, copious letters, even remembering to write the names and dates on the backs of photos..... </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Can you imagine waking up in a hospital room, not recognizing your mother standing at the foot of your bed, praying you would come out of it. The only reference as to who I was came from the hospital chart on the foot of the bed and my high school class ring. So I began a journey, exploring old photos, my address book, telephone bill, and rummaging through my personal files and reading about who I was, what I did and who my friends were. Apparently I was so caught up in my career that most of my friends were business contacts which knew little about my past. Next came the hypnosis which only made things worse. Imagine having fragments of memories like pieces to a jigsaw puzzle that you could not find out there they fit? Anyway, my research has uncovered alot of interesting things about myself that I wish to share with you. Keep in mind that this is not designed to blow my own horn, rather this is what people have told me. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I hold a BA degree in Computer science and an MBA in Business Administration. I have an IQ of 182 so at one point I belonged to Mensa, either I gave up on the eggheads or had a falling out, who knows. I was trained as a Personal Care Assistant, with minors in Anatomy-Physiology, Pharmacology, for which I took care of family members dying of terminal cancer. It was only through this research that I learned of my adoption, which would have outraged many, but without the past memories, what could I do? When I had exhausted all efforts to fill in the gaps, I found it necessary to move back home to where I was born, Spending hours in the high school library reviewing year books, old photos, talking to old teachers and professors, until I reached a saturation point. I have become rather good at filling in the blanks or passing thing off, for instance, when someone comes up to me and asks if I remember them, instinct kicks in and I go with the flow at least until I get stumped and have to tell them the whole story. One thing I have learned is that some people learning that you have lost past memories, tend to fill them in with more positive ones. Think about it; my first wife actually said we were the best of friends! I had to learn from an old college friend that we were bitter enemies.... </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>I am a straight forward kind of person, if I dislike you, I say so. I don't have time for games, especially since the rules tend to change rather frequently. Reaching a point in my life where I have achieved most of my goals, I feel the need for a constant challenge in life. I am told people know better than to dare me... Being a naturalist, I prefer sleeping in the nude, wandering about the house at times with little on... having no sense of shame or modesty, it is often difficult for others to accept such a person. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Oh! Did I mention that I am hyper active( yes a post Ritalin child), Dyslexic?</B></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>