Julie Creason:  

Hello there! Does anyone really read these things I wonder? My My how the years have flown. Through them all, I have found that I have inherited my father's determination, my mother's good sence, and my grandmother's double chin. Oh well, I wonder if that's what they mean by the term "genitic link" So, I left Canton HS because for some odd reason, my folks would not leave me fend for myself on the streets of Canton during my Senior Year, so I had to move with them to Columbia. There, I specialized in reving up my look, dropping allot of weight, and fending off the boys who followed me into the girls bathroom. After HS, I started collecting husbands as some folks collect postage stamps. 5 years and 3 babies later, I finally gave up the elusive married life and struck out on my own. After nursing school, I remained an IV pusher and professional butt buffer for 16 years; and then I found my dream job, being a graphic artist for Walsworth Pub. Co., which some of you may remember as having made Canton's yearbooks back in my 'ole HS days at Canton. It was a small cut in pay but hey, it was allot less stressful and bloody. Things went well for around 5.5 years, and then, in double aught '2, as my best friend Sandy and I were sitting on Hwy. 36 heading east waiting on roadwork traffic, I was rear-ended by a Gully 16 wheeler. It killed Sandy instantly and I am paralyzed from just under my breasts down. Sure, it was crap, and I didn't like it a bit, but life sometimes has a way of turning things around for you. I was awarded quite a sum of money, and between saving more for when the money runs out and living day to day, I have been able to help quite a few people. Not just money wise either, because with the cost of medical supplies an...Expand for more