one of the first things I remember about grade school were the "duck
and cover" drills we would have from time to time. The reason for
these we were given was because the communists might attack at any moment.
Who were the communists?
We were told in lectures and film-strip presentations that they were bad
people who wanted to take over the world. They might bomb us (hence the
drills), but what they really wanted to do was to take over our minds,
and erase our identities.
At that point everyone would think exactly the same, we would just follow
orders and never know our true selves, who we were meant to be, or care
anything about our lives.
I decided then, that no one, or no thing would ever take over my life,
or my identity, or my purpose for living.
can't remember a time when I didn't have Diabetes, though I do remember
being in the hospital, I was there wearing my every-day clothes with my
parents. Our family doctor was there and he gave me a big glass beaker
with a clear syrup-like liquid in it and told me that I had to drink the
whole thing down. It tasted awful because it was so sweet, but I drank
it anyway. They must have drawn some blood and a few days later informed
my parents that I had diabetes, but I don't remember any of that.
Diabetic was just another event in a bad year. I had been sick from a
case of the measles, and my first dog had just died.