Is this like me?

[Skv0ra]

"Well it's simple Mr. _, look at how we treated Jaime:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jaime_Escalante
You should have sold your soul and gave up on the students to let them commit murder-suicide worse than Sandy Hook when you had the chance. we cannot forgive a teacher who raises a former juvenile felon to suddenly get a six figure engineering job by turning his life around. It's bad for traffi...I mean, business."

The point hits harder when school board members actually led trafficking in a county before being caught and arrested:

https://wlos.com/news/local/jury-in...enderson-county-crime-minors-offenses-charges

I Hope it's okay to you all that I don't fit in with a crowd like that and thus did not come back.

I've always had issues fitting in and getting along with Sociopaths; I Hope that is not a flaw on my part.

Oh boy, NC aka the entire dirty south with bonus addition of Appalachia. But point stands - if you can get a kid to turn around and get 6 figures - do that for yourself or something even better.

 

[MPRTwice]

Oh boy, NC aka the entire dirty south with bonus addition of Appalachia. But point stands - if you can get a kid to turn around and get 6 figures - do that for yourself or something even better.

I called an engineering firm that wants me to work for them. They said they are interested; prayers will help a lot!

I need to recuperate. Sepsis is not easy to deal with.

Thank you for understanding me. A lot of people think I'm lying or lazy and say helping kids is irrelevant to if a person is repsonsible or not, but doing what is right exceeds peer pressure.

Edit: Thank you. I got the interview! Next Week. It pays 100K annually, and it is three miles away from where I live.

I am in Awe of God.

How did He take such a hopeless situation, and make it turn around so fully and perfectly _because_ it was hopeless?

I would have never gotten that interview, and lives would have never been saved, had I not made _every_ decision I made today.

I am beside myself.

How did He do that?

This goes further than you think; I now have both time and effort to pass a test for a company that already hired me. The company can pay me five hundred thousand dollars annually after six months of studying and preparations. I just didn't have the time.

But that is able to be done with full overlap of the engineering position: eighty hours of work per week, over six hundred thousand dollars annually and a professional engineering license (P.E.) down the road.

That is just...Wow.

How Did God do that?

 

[MPRTwice]

I just finished my first round of antibiotics.

Night and Day difference.

All of my major symptoms:
-depression
-momentary loss of consciousness
-extreme anger
-lethal level of exhaustion
-extreme and sudden bruising
-digestive problems
-water absorption problems
-extreme malaise (the feeling of as one was about to drop dead suddenly)
-extremely low blood pressure
-dizziness
-extreme difficulty with mental clarity
-extreme aches and pains all over
-spinal cord tingling
-neck stiffness and extreme pain
-coughing up blood clots
-etc.

All dissappeared overnight.

I understand now why Septic shock is said to be the most deadly illness, and why you can die from it in a matter of hours after first getting it.

I can hardly believe I lived through this without medical treatment, and had to last long enough at a job to recieve the benefits I needed to help survive it.

I'm on 1750 mg of Amoxicillin (the maximum amount recommended for adults) per day for ten days.

God will reward me in full today for enduring this patiently. I never once dissappointned Him in my actions over the past several years, and now I will see the fruits of those efforts.

I did use a lot of humor to help me get through this. And now it's over. I am feeling much better, and it has only been day one of taking the antibiotics.

 

[MPRTwice]

This near car wreck, which followed seconds after that same person on the left almost hit me, which occured seconds after a four car pileup wreck, which occured seconds after two cars in a wreck where two people shouted and threatened one another, was supposed to be the easiest part of my day, instead it was the second easiest. Over six thousand and sixty punches in a row and lots of power lifting combined in under one hour and fifty minutes was the easiest part of my day instead.

The mediocre parts involved people bleeding which were not me and needed immediate medical attention from things I didn't do.

The hardest parts I cannot say per se, but I can say I do not enjoy going to an engineering firm only to find a man outside standing at the door with zero clothing whatsoever and the police coming over to deal with the situation right before an interview (this is a different engineering interview, and that man without any clothing standing up tall at the door in public was not affiliated with them; he had wandered from the mental hospital/food shelter hybrid across the road right up next to me at the entrance).

 

[MPRTwice]

seven thousand and two hundred and sixty punches in thirty minutes, the day after:



I got bored, which is why I stopped. I had enough energy in me to do 200 sets of sixty punches nonstop in a row instead of only 121 sets, just with another half hour, but mentally, I felt that there was no point in continuing with it. My arms feel as light as a pair of feathers.

Interestingly enough, they are not bruised at all, likley because I held back to prevent scaring the gym members too much that felt it downstairs the whole time and had some people come up who worked there and trained in MMA to check what was going on with the popping sounds and the metal chain making screeching noises as the bag was getting struck.

It requires more energy in a way to hold back, because I have to hold myself back instead of letting loose. Given how the bag is not well over six thousand pounds, a full force punch would have shattered the wall behind it and broken the floor.

The last time I went fifteen percent, a one floor set of buildings next to each other rumbled on each move in my patterns, punches included, and a very soft less than one percent made the gym manager tell me to stop doing patterns in there because it was too loud and was shaking the floor a bit.

That's why I go less than one percent when I hit super light two hundred pound "keyboard" bags (they are as light as keyboards to me, hence the name).

This happened to a condensed 200 pound keyboard bag with a little baby play punch a few years back:

After I said I was sorry to those gym owners for accidentally breaking the bag (and they were very kind about it), I decided to hold bag every punch from then on, with the exception of a custom bag well over two thousand pounds a few years back, but even then I had to hit it point-blank at full force or else the velocity would have still destroyed it.

 

[MPRTwice]

I got so bored, that I took that "Dr. Stone" anime stuff a sibling watched and wrote about historical stuff and went into a topic about technology, because I was so bored. Go figure.

For clarification, I _never_ listed myself as a racial minority in any scholarship or award application, despite being "two or more races" and still not having a specific listing for each that is actually on any forms (white/native american/hispanic).

I never listed myself as a minority out of personal preference; no one could rudely come up to me and say, "you only got it because you are a minority", which is actually how I stopped many racist and ableist comments in person aimed at others. Bullies had nothing to go on when I told them this in front of others, so their bullying had no choice but to stop.

Same for ableism; people could not believe I ever had anything close to an IEP, so when others gave people with disability diagnoses a hard time, I stopped them in their tracks by mentioning my background, and how despite it being open season on people like me decades ago, I graduated valedictorian and got noted by two U.S. presidents and a huge scholarship to college with the odds stacked against me. They had no power to bully those with disability diagnoses around me after that.

"Autistic people swear a lot and hate their fathers."
"Weird, I never remember liking to swear or hating my family. I don't recall hating someone even if they hate me."
"What are you talking about? Oh...wait, you mean you're autistic?"
"Is there a problem with that?"
"Well, you're very high functioning to be in college."
"Perhaps moreso than you, given that I will graduate with a triple major in pre-med, plus one other science and one related to expository writing and essays, professor. yours is in english, correct? And of course this specific class is an audit, so no worries about my grades when I voice my opinion in here."
"..."

 

[AncientBoi]

I got so bored, that I took that "Dr. Stone" anime stuff a sibling watched and wrote about historical stuff and went into a topic about technology, because I was so bored. Go figure.
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For clarification, I _never_ listed myself as a racial minority in any scholarship or award application, despite being "two or more races" and still not having a specific listing for each that is actually on any forms (white/native american/hispanic).

I never listed myself as a minority out of personal preference; no one could rudely come up to me and say, "you only got it because you are a minority", which is actually how I stopped many racist and ableist comments in person aimed at others. Bullies had nothing to go on when I told them this in front of others, so their bullying had no choice but to stop.

Same for ableism; people could not believe I ever had anything close to an IEP, so when others gave people with disability diagnoses a hard time, I stopped them in their tracks by mentioning my background, and how despite it being open season on people like me decades ago, I graduated valedictorian and got noted by two U.S. presidents and a huge scholarship to college with the odds stacked against me. They had no power to bully those with disability diagnoses around me after that.

"Autistic people swear a lot and hate their fathers."
"Weird, I never remember liking to swear or hating my family. I don't recall hating someone even if they hate me."
"What are you talking about? Oh...wait, you mean you're autistic?"
"Is there a problem with that?"
"Well, you're very high functioning to be in college."
"Perhaps moreso than you, given that I will graduate with a triple major in pre-med, plus one other science and one related to expository writing and essays, professor. yours is in english, correct? And of course this specific class is an audit, so no worries about my grades when I voice my opinion in here."
"..."

 

[MPRTwice]

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I read my opponents all the time. Easier than an open book.

 

[AncientBoi]

I read my opponents all the time. Easier than an open book.

ahhhh, So you "Read" them to death. I see....

 

[MPRTwice]

ahhhh, So you "Read" them to death. I see....

Well, I did not kill them, but rather their violent legacy.

 

[MPRTwice]

A day of people going livid against me, and therefore losing, because I refuse to join them in the misery club. The dues for that are too expensive; I heard they can take your life.

So I joined the Make it a Good day club instead, and well, I have a Good day!