It’s Steve

By Stephen Dunne

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781456871741

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Copyright © 2011 by Stephen Dunne.

Library of Congress Control Number:       2011902663

ISBN:         Hardcover                               978-1-4568-7173-4

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Contents

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

DEDICATION

I fight for my right to fight for my life.

You can’t keep a good man down!

INTRODUCTION

I set out to write this book because it was always on my heart. I like to write and my friends told me to write a book. So it is. It’s not a book about right and wrong. Nor do I say I have professional status. I am not writing to make money or save souls.

I go through this book by just writing from subject blending into another subject. It should be an easy read. There were many happy moments in my life that transcend the bad.

This is not a book on how to be cured from mental illness but rather how to live life with it. I use my faith on how to deal with mental illness and on my entire life.

I’m familiar with contemporary music and of course, good ol’ rock from the sixties and seventies. It’s not a bragging book. But I think people who read this book could find some of this book in their own lives. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 1

I never thought that I could gather enough information or anything that I would find interesting in my life that I could share with others. I’m sure that I’ll repeat myself to others I have written in the past or present.

It all started in the mideighties when I was reading the Bible. I was eager, still young, and wanted to share my new salvation. I never thought about what I was going to go through to make it here.

I took it upon myself to write people—all kinds, even kids I worked with, but that went badly because I could not let go. I hurt people, even those who tried to help me. I apologize.

Even after all these years I still find outlets to write, mostly the holidays. I write sometimes to a friend of mine who happens to be a deejay on a local FM radio station. He told me that I should write a book. I told him, I’m no different than you, same boring life, but he inspired me. Then, on my birthday (Valentine’s Day), my brother also encouraged me to write a book, and my sister also agreed. Sounds good to me. It’s the only thing I do well. My vocabulary is not always there and I don’t type. I don’t even have a computer. My laptop is my couch, my brain is my computer, and my prayers are my airwaves.

Writing is a great outlet for a contemplative mind. Not necessarily a beautiful mind although I still have to battle schizophrenia. I’m not an economic giant like the fellow in the movie. It was a great movie and a true story, too. The movie The Elephant Man made me cry.

I cried a lot in my life, but now I don’t, unless there is something on the news, but generally speaking, I don’t.

I was an athlete early in my life, playing football after school or playing tennis too. We had our bikes and that was how we got around. We had a small gang of kids who differed in sizes, but generally speaking we all got along pretty well. Then there was a moment in time when our group put me up for a kangaroo court.

It was pretty mean spirited. They put me up (by myself) on a tree. I said, If this is court, I must be sitting on the judicial branch. They laughed and said, That’s why we like you. Anyway, the verdict came down, and I was suspended for two weeks. It was good to get away from them to assess my friendship with them. I did go back with them but I was no longer scared of them. They originally condemned me because I was afraid of them. Stupid.

As the years went by, some of the guys who were the first to do drugs in the late sixties, died. But others like me moved away from that crew and got into organized sports. Like I said, still football after school and in the winter we joined organized hockey. That became my love and passion in life. I never learned to study well. And it showed in my grades. If it were not for some caring teachers, I wouldn’t have been ready for high school. But I still had trouble studying in high school and college. I never reached out for help.

I had to do my SATs twice to get into college. Sports were the motivation to stay in college. I played both soccer and hockey my freshman year. My marks were so bad I had to sit out a semester before I could come back.

While I was out of school, I worked at a marina and found a great junior hockey team. There was a new rink built in Stamford, but there were no Stamford High School, just one actually. The team was called the Sabers and