Sonny's Outlook On Life
June 22nd, 1970, out I pop into this vast world with not a care in the world except that I was cold, probably hungry and just had to have someone blow my nose of all those boogies I had inside. UGH!!! Anyways, here I am and 15 months later, I was hit with a Grand Mal Seizure due to
drugs administered to me. At this point, I had no say in saying NO to drugs as I was probably high as a kite at this point and loving every moment, but I was given them and they stopped my seizure. After all was said and done, I was taken home by yours truly, MA and PA, no idea that I had a brother and sister looking at me with awe. I just felt the love glowing from them and just hearing them say, "OH, NO! not another barf machine but that was not the way it was. My brother and sister loved me because I barfed, because I was just so cute. Looking back on that day, I remember my sister giving me much confidence and saying the immortal words, "What happened to you?"
4 years have gone by and I am running up and down stairs at the Montreal
Chidren's Hospital for no apparent reason except to test my blood and all. I was small. I was told that my hormones didn't kick in until high school. Sex was not in the picture but I know this, all the doctors have
a nude picture of me at age 4. What a site I was. Again, cute, cold, hungry. Back to being born. I will never leave the hospital.
At age 9, I was told that I was not hearing properly, the ear, nose and throat doctor told my parents that I was born with no middle ear. I said, "COOL" I was supposed to have 2 ears inside but I was unlucky. Not
everyone can have two ears in one and I knew I sure didn't. Looking back
on that experience. Naaaaaa, forget it. I had hearing tests and then was
told that I was gonna have an operation. I was so scared, that the day of the operation, I threw up in my mom's green Hornet. End of story on that.
After I failed grade 6 (Elementary School) I was put in a Special Ed class and passed with effort. I then moved onto high school where I was bugged, teased, pushed. You name it. I failed that year which was grade 7.
I then won an government thingy that allowed me to be in a "Project
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