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Born on March 18, 1978 in Nashville, Tennessee I weighed in at 4 pounds 11 ounces with all fingers and toes. Everything appeared to be normal, but soon the doctors would discover I was totally blind. They ran test after test to determine what was wrong with my eyesight after discovering that my eyes were unresponsive to light, and I didn’t look around for any sources of noise. When I was brought to Florida my mom was referred to Bascompalmer eye institute in Miami where they ran cat scans. The results of these scans brought back the news that I had optic nerve damage. It appeared as though my optic nerve did not fully develop and on top of that I was near-sighted and had astigmatism. I would spend the first year of my life in total darkness unable to see. Many people prayed for me and laid hands on me.
At about a year old I started to see for the first time in my life. I was playing at my grandma’s house and decided to check out a light socket, I guess I wanted to ride the lightning who knows, I would then discover my grandfather’s tattoos he got while serving in the navy during world war 11 and the Korean war. I would sit and study them carefully. I went to regular school when I got older and received no special treatment just went on as a normal kid.
One of my first motorcycle experiences was as a child the guy next door would take me for a ride on the gas tank of his bike. After that, several guys that my mom dated owned bikes, and would take me out for rides. One guy my mom babysat for took me out for a ride on his old chopper with a suicide shift. Just when I think everything was going well we ran out of gas, and had to push the bike all the way to the gas station. My mom also babysat for a couple who were bikers and they owned a Harley shop. It would be from them that I’d receive my very first Harley T-shirt.
Bikes just seemed to be all around me throughout my childhood. A guy who lived in back of us gave me a moped that was supposedly broke and wouldn’t run, at least that’s what my mom said anyway. So, me being creative I put water in the gas tank so when it shook it sounded as though it has gas in it. Later on I would find if I actually put real gas in the tank it would have really ran.
A friend of mine got a Honda ct90 which I would learn how to ride when I was about 15 or 16. Mom hated it but man it was fun blasting through the neighborhood. I went on to get married to my first wife at age 20 and moved to Arkansas and picked up a 50cc scooter and rode the hell out of it in the mountains of a city called Conway before moving back down here to Florida.
Then came the real test, how to get my learner’s permit to ride legal in Orlando. The DMV requirements would scrutinize my eyesight and make this one of the biggest challenges yet. I went to an eye doctor and got glasses and then walked into the D.M.V. and took the eye exam and written test and bam learners permit.
After that I rode with the Christian motorcyclist association, on the very same scooter I rode through the mountains. Well actually I played catch up but what the hell I was on two wheels with wind in my face that’s what counts and I was doing something I was told I would never do.
I moved to Tennessee and lost my permit for a long time and rode a bicycle around because I couldn’t afford eye glasses. Then in 2009 while working for my current security agency I met my current wife who pushed me to get my license. Then, just as I was learning to drive a car I was involved in an accident. She was driving at the time, and the accident left me with two laterally herniated discs in my neck and I could not stand driving a car so I bought a Honda shadow 750 and got my motorcycle only license. I am currently riding my first real motorcycle and now have just under 4,000 miles under my belt and love it.
To all those out there that have ever been told they can’t, use this story as a reminder that anything is possible, and one day you’ll be saying I did.
Thank you for reading my story Rambo

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