From a family back ground that left little chance of success, a trade was the only opportunity, so after high school I trained as a welder. Welding suited me well, eventually lead to building custom and race cars. Over the next eight years marriage and my daughter, came to my life. By the early eighties I found myself a single parent, the life of race and machine shops could not provide the security we needed. A job in Lodi at union production shop seemed to fulfill a basis of stability, as my battle to be everything for my child, rushed on. The job was a nightmare of broken equipment, with horrible environmental conditions, and a useless union. Within two years I had flue symptoms that would not clear, unless I was away from the shop for more than a few days. Doctors had no idea, and records stated mental illness because there was no fever. Someone suggested poison control, with their recommendation being, it was Metal Fume Fever. Worked until I couldn't, ended up on disability, not able to walk a block without coughing up tissue. Doctor's prognosis was to set on the couch, give up, and live on pills. Some time passed, was it a week, a month, six months I do not remember. What is remembered is one day realizing, I sure was not getting any where setting on my tail! So the quest began, walk a block, walk two blocks, and walk three blocks, so it went. Then bought a cheap garage sale bike, same story time and miles went by. I decided to retrain at something new, after heating repair man came to the house. It was not and easy row to hoe; we had lost about everything, often living on cheese and bread from the local food bank. Had traded my Jeep for a Gremlin that was always broken, which meant a 45 min bus ride to school most days. After trade school, it seemed no one wanted to hire a person with lung problems. The only opportunity was working, as a sub contractor, so with a handy man business license, Bob's H.V.A.C. began. Four years later I tested for my contractor's license and was successful. So many years later as I race mountain bikes, run and road cycle, few know they are competing with a guy missing 20% of his lung. Through all this trees are greener, life sweeter, relationships dearer, and have learned there is a blessing in everything if one tries to find it
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