Wayne's Story: My Life with a Brother with Epilepsy

By Thelma Roysdon Goolsby

A story in short form of Waynes life of epilepsy and the horrible, horrendous life he lived battling the illness and mans condemnation in ignorance and the victory Wayne received in Jesus Christ.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jan 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514453384

Thelma Roysdon Goolsby

Thelma Roysdon Goolsby now lives in Alabama and is a mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. She loves the Lord and devotes much of her free time in his service. Ms. Goolsby can be reached at [e-mail] or on Facebook.

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Wayne’s Story

My Life with a Brother

with Epilepsy

Thelma Roysdon Goolsby

Copyright © 2016 by Thelma Roysdon Goolsby.

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Rev. date: 01/26/2016

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This book was written for the glory of God in memory of

Harvey Wayne Roysdon in the hopes that It will make a difference

for someone else and teach us all that everyone matters for we

all have problems. And a special Thank You to Sandy Parker.

Without her help this book probably would not have come to be.

This World Is Not My Home

Albert E. Brumley

1937

This world is not my home, I’m just passing through

My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue

The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

O Lord, you know I have no friend like you

If Heaven’s not my home, then Lord what will I do?

The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door

And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

My brother Wayne lived such a different life, unlike so many who grow up with a mental disorder and are classified as to whether or not they should be allowed into society. That is part of living in a broken world. Some think they have the right to condemn more than they are willing to help, and the way they see things should be the law. They never consult with The Giver of Life and never allow the fact to enter their minds that our Creator God Almighty was the one who formed us in our mothers’ womb and that we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

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Wayne on his first

birthday with "The

Stool" in Rockwood,

TN in 1956

Psalms 139:14-17 says, I will praise thee, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made, marvelous are they works, and that my soul knoweth right well. My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect. And in Thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. How precious also are Thy thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them. So it was with Wayne.

It’s too bad that we choose to label and judge others instead of learning and loving regardless of the situation. But we are not God and we need His wisdom for all things. When we choose to think that we can make it on our own, it is our first mistake. The fact is, we’re the ones who make mistakes. God has never made one.

Wayne was a very happy baby boy for such a short time in his forty-five years, one month and one day of life. When he was about 15 months old he started having epileptic seizures. That is a brain disorder which thousands of people have and lead very different lives. Wayne is the only person with epilepsy that I can really talk about.

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Me and Wayne

in 1956

Wayne was thirty-three months younger than me. I don’t remember much about him before he started having seizures except on his first birthday I was upset. My mother had borrowed my stool to put his birthday cake on and I didn’t appreciate it at all! That might have been the first time I was upset with him, but God knows it wasn’t the last. Wayne was the fourth of seven children and the only one of us who would never be able to live a normal life because of his health problems.

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Wayne at 1 year with

Dad and Mom in

Rockwood, TN in 1956

Wayne learned early on that he was sick although he could never understand why people treated him differently. As far back as I can remember every seizure terrified me and I had a hard time with Mama always having to go to the hospital with him so much. But that’s what mothers do, isn’t it? I just know that every time Wayne got sick, we were left. I can’t begin to say that I knew how my mother felt because I never walked in her shoes. She always told us, If you haven’t been there, you don’t know. Would we ever learn how right she was!

When Wayne was thirty-four months old, another sister was born, then fifteen months later, twin girls. I can’t imagine how full my mother’s