In the beginning there was nothing then god said, "let there be light" but You know I think we know how that story ended so i'll tell you the story of me.
I was born on a cold wet day in November in the middle of the 80's two two great parents, John and Lilly in the great state of Washington. They were great people who wanted nothing best for me. They were hard working middle class folks who worked hard to make ends meet and to make an enjoyable life for their family. As time past and I began to grow up I learned how hard the world could be. I was not the biggest kid growing up, I was scrawny and I got picked on. I would come home with bruises, a busted lip here and there, one time it was so bad I had my chin busted open when I was thrown to the ground and nearly curb stomped. I remember while the doctor was stitching me back up that my mother left the room for a moment and the doctor talked to me, telling me to stand up to these people and never let anything get in my way. He was right. He was kind to me and fixed me. After that time I can remember putting together and nursing toys and stuffed animals back together and giving them sagely advice..well as much as a young kid could give. I thought I found my calling in medicine when I grew up. Time moved on I got better, more clever on how to avoid the bullies and fight back. I grew up more, I changed but still was I was me, adding on bits and pieces of new things as we all do. I got bigger, stronger, going to the gym and learning which I enjoyed. I wouldn't say I was a straight A student but I did well enough.
Like all kids ya get silly, you do stupid shit. I've done my fair share of pranks, defacing property, drinking and well some minor drug use but we wont hold that against me. I felt lost at times, you know that awkward phase in the teen years where your the ugly duckling wanting to become a swan? Yeah. That was me. With that said though I still managed to do well despite doing some stupid stuff I regret and as I graduated high school the sky was the limit for me. I could go anywhere I wanted and as much as I loved the home I needed to get out, get free, explore. I applied for college locally at first, graduated and applied for medical school at John's Hopkins, MIT and even applying over seas to Oxford and University College London. I got in to UCL and my family was nothing but excited for me but sadly alienated me and my friends as they could not go with me. I headed over and that was hard, hard being so far from home, alone. Luckily I managed to find myself there, my friends and a certain someone I had a long term attachment to. But that's not important. I graduated and I became a doctor. I trained at various hospitals in London and all over the country and enjoyed getting my hands dirty, helping people.
I was in my job as a surgical resident at a local hospital in London for probably two years before I came here. It was my best friends Alina and Sam's idea as they chose it for a honeymoon/vacation get away to back pack through eastern Europe. Its laughable now..well I don't know about laughable because here I sit now. In someone's home, someone long dead with the roof coming down over me. I am running out of supplies, food, water. I need to head south. I need to find supplies and..survive.
((To be continued..))