George from Washington

I was like any other young naive person when I married my wife at twenty two. She was thirty and already had her two kids. I took care of my wife Gina, the whole time we were married. I knew she was disabled when I married her. She was born without a leg. The great things that can be done with prosthetic limbs. For the most part she was able to get around on her own. The strokes after menopause took their toll on her. I did the cleaning, cooking, house repairs, of course her, and worked. If she ever needed or wanted anything all she did was ask. Mostly she liked to shop for the sixteen kids, two were hers and the rest were foster kids and all the grand kids. The hardest thing was watching her slowly deteriorate and not be able to do anything.Even when she was in a wheel chair the last two years of her life, I took care of her. She never had to work if she didn't want to, while we were married. That is what I was raised to believe as a good Christian does. After my wife died for the short twenty eight years we were together. I began looking into another courier when I found that nursing and counseling were the only jobs available for someone my age. So I went back to school and got a C.N.A. certificate. I did nursing homes for some time. It was too much for me to watch a lot of friends die. So I went back to to school for counseling. It still falls under the nursing program and I'm still working on that. Thee hardest thing is the psychological effects it can do to a human. The Guy way upstairs gives us no more than we can handle. I must be blessed.