I married my first wife November 11, 1974. She passed away from Pneumonia on May 8, 1990. I was born November 14, 1953, which means I was 36 years and 6 months of age when I became a Widower.
I remarried on September 30, 1990, and my second wife developed breast cancer which was diagnosed in April 2005. She suffered horribly, wasn’t able to endure any medications or treatments, and she suffered a horrible and painful death and she died on her 59th birthday of July 17, 2009.
So you think you have it bad because you got a “B” grade on an exam? You think you have it bad because you applied for a job and you were not the applicant who was hired? You think you have it bad when your paper comes back from the teacher with lots of red marks on it for incorrect answers and wrong spelling? You whine, and cry, and demand a “safe” place at school or your work and a “support” animal to help you cope with your “problems?”
Add to what I went through my previously mentioned stress the fact that I worked for 20 years in the United States Navy, one year as a Civil Service Secretary, and another 20 years both full-time and part-time, and you realize that over 42 years of working I was abused, threatened, lied about, discriminated against, etc.
Let me ask you something. Did you become a Widower at 36 years of age and again at the age of 56? Did you have to endure the agonizing death of someone who suffered through pneumonia and could barely breathe until they went into a coma and died.
Did you have to endure the agonizing and painful death of someone who suffered with breast cancer, couldn’t endure any treatments, and they suffered horribly for four years? Did you have to endure that person telling you hundreds of times it was your fault they have cancer and they are dying when you had nothing to do about it?
No you didn’t. So until you do don’t even think about talking about me, to my face or behind my back, and condemn me for my attitude.
You have it easy compared to what I had. But you want to know the difference? While you’re a friggin’ entitlement jerk snowflake I’ve earned everything I obtained, I’m not a jerk, and I know right from wrong.