Bob Welch:  

CLASS OF 1970
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Eureka High SchoolClass of 1970
Eureka, CA
Santa monica, CA

Bob's Story

Used to be a class clown. I didn't really graduate in Eureka, but I grew up (for 16 years) there. I DID attend during my sophomore year, though. I AM alive. Amazing, considering. . . I joined the Navy in 1970. Spent a year in. Quit 5 times and then they fired me. I smoked my first weed in front of a flop house on the corner of Haite and Ashbury streets in San Francisco at the age of 18. Went to Job Corps in San Marcos, TX, studying how to be a computer programmer. This was in 1974. The computer they had was an IBM 9500. The kind with punch cards and tape spools and filled the entire room! It could only speak 2 languages - Cobal and Fortran. I refused to shave one day, after my supervisor gave me strict orders to do so and was told I had to find something else to learn. I tried upholstery for a couple of months, but the place was getting close to having a riot, so I eased myself out of that place, also. Hitchhiked around the country for a while. Found my real mother (in Visalia, CA) after 22 1/2 years in August of 1977. In December I got into a motorcycle accident and broke my left tibia. I also haven't been able to smell since that time either. In June of 1978, I got out of the cast on my leg. My moter bought two bikes - one for me and one for my 2 brothers to share. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, when I found my mother, I also found a whole new family I didn't know about. I have my older brother, raised with me in Eureka, plus 2 half brothers and 2 half sisters. OK. So, as I was saying, my mother got me a bicycle. I went to the EDD to look for work. The work that was available was almost 8 miles away. I rode my bike there and picked up an application. On my w...Expand for more
ay back home 2 dogs started to chase me. I don't like dogs chasing me, so I start to speed up and while I'm speeding up I'm looking back at the dogs. When you're looking back your steering goes haywire. I sideswiped a Cadillac going in the opposite direction doing the speed limit (55). Ouch! To say the least. I was wearing an airline flight bag over my left shoulder. The bag had vinyl straps. Somewhere in this mess the bag gets tangled up into something going the other way. It cut a gouge in my neck just under the jawline. Broke my leg again - same bone, just a little higher up. According to reports, I was reassuring everyone that everything was going to be all right. "Remain calm, this thing happens to me all the time>" - sort of thing. All the way to the hospital (up until the time they finally put me under) I was lucid, asking and answering questions from the doctors and emts and everyone else. That's how everyone else saw it, anyway. I don't remember anything from the time I left the factory. Adreniline is different for different people. Anyhow, it took 8 hours for a bunch of doctors to piece me back together. 125 stitches under my jaw, the strap must have done some real damage, because to sew it up the doctor had to use about 2 inches in the back of my tongue to get it situated just right. He didn't want the stitches to come out too easy or cause a hemmorage, I guess. It took a while to get over. That is the most significant event of my life. It almost seems that my whole life centers around that incident. But as I said before, "I AM alive!" Jesus is a big part of that. He still has something for me to do that I hven't done yet. He has given me extra time. Enough for now.
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