The Early Years
In 1979, when I was a younger man, I was exposed to a degreasing solvent which damaged my central nervous system and lungs. It had a tremendous impact on my then healthy life. Prior to finding out this was the “culprit” causing the problems I was experiencing, I was certain I had a brain tumor and would leave a wife and child without a husband and father. After literally hundreds of tests, some of which were excruciatingly painful, it was determined that I would not die from it but would have a disability forever. The nerve damage first attached my right hand and arm in the form of tremors. When I could no longer write right-handed, I trained myself to write left-handed. Then the tremors spread like a bad dream to my left hand until I couldn’t write legibly with that hand. Somehow I coped, but it was with me every day. I was filled with anger and bitterness toward the company and people I thought responsible for my disability.