<h1>*** Sorry it has taken me a while to get to Part 2, Writing my life story is proving very difficult and I took a break to write some other stuff. See &quot;The Truck Driver Stuck in a Different Time - How I wound up living 54 years in the future! [<a href="https://steemit.com/fiction/@venuspcs/the-truck-driver-stuck-in-a-different-time-how-i-wound-up-living-54-years-in-the-future">Part 1</a>] &amp; [<a href="https://steemit.com/fiction/@venuspcs/the-truck-driver-stuck-in-a-different-time-how-i-wound-up-living-54-years-in-the-future-continued-by-request">Part 2</a>]&quot; &amp; &quot;<a href="https://steemit.com/fiction/@venuspcs/my-next-book-the-time-traveling-cyberpunk-mother-trucker-chapters-1-10-for-steemits-review-and-comments">The Time Traveling Cyberpunk Mother Trucker</a>!&quot; ***</h1>
<p> This is the second chapter of &quot;Surviving the Transition to Manhood&quot;, it is a continuation of my earlier writings &quot;The horror that was my childhood - a tale of survival against the greatest of odds!&quot; and &quot;Surviving the Transition to Manhood&quot;. </p>
<p>If you haven't read the previous stories in the series yet please do:<br />
&quot;The horror that was my childhood - a tale of survival against the greatest of odds!&quot; <a href="https://steemit.com/survival/@venuspcs/the-horror-that-was-my-childhood-a-tale-of-survival-against-the-greatest-of-odds-part-1">[Part 1</a>] | [<a href="https://steemit.com/survival/@venuspcs/the-horror-that-was-my-childhood-a-tale-of-survival-against-the-greatest-of-odds-part-2">Part 2</a>] | [<a href="https://steemit.com/survival/@venuspcs/the-horror-that-was-my-childhood-a-tale-of-survival-against-the-greatest-of-odds-part-3">Part 3</a>] | [<a href="https://steemit.com/survival/@venuspcs/the-horror-that-was-my-childhood-a-tale-of-survival-against-the-greatest-of-odds-part-4">Part 4</a>];<br />
&quot;Surviving the Transition to Manhood&quot; [<a href="https://steemit.com/survival/@venuspcs/surviving-the-transition-to-manhood-part-1-the-continuation-of-the-horror-that-was-my-childhood-a-tale-of-survival-against-the">Part 1</a>]. Oh and the obligatory warning is still in effect:</p>
<p><em>IF YOU ARE PRONE TO VIOLENT OR EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!</em>  </p>
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<h1>Seventeen and Stupid:</h1>
<p>At some point I wound up living with my dad and stepmom again in Venus, TX. While living there I started dating the girl (Tammy) that lived two houses down with her parents. Needless to say I was a horny teenager but she flat wasn't gonna give it up. So one day I was down at her house visiting with her mom and her sister came into town. Her sister (Beverly) was 28, married and had two kids. Within 5 minutes of of Beverly arriving we were in Tammy's bed fucking like banshee's while Evelyn (the mother) sat in the living room and cheered us on. While I didn't know it at the time my dad was messing around with Evelyn and that was a large part of the reason she pushed Beverly and I together.</p>
<h1>18 and getting dumber:</h1>
<p>On my 18th Birthday, Beverly loaded the car, grabbed the kids and left her husband. She came and picked me up and we headed to Las Vegas for a new Start. Almost immediately upon arriving in Vegas (actually Henderson, NV) my wallet was stolen off the dashboard of the car. That made it very hard for me to find any kind of work, but I eventually got a job at a local grocery store in the evenings and Beverly got into Dealer School during the day. We where living in her car along with her two young kids but life was good. Or so I thought. Eventually, I got my ID back and got a permit to work in the Casino's and went to work in the restaurant of one in Henderson. Beverly and I had moved in with some friends she made in Dealer School that lived just 2 blocks from where I worked and 4 blocks from Beverly's school. Life was really starting to look good.</p>
<p>Now I wasn't a smoker at the time and I really didn't care that Beverly was. However, she told me she had quit knowing full well I could read her mind like reading an open book. Yes I had a telepathic link with her, one of only two people I have ever shared that with. Well when she started lying about smoking (she was smoking at school) we started arguing. Then one day she tells me that her husband will be there on Friday to take her and the kids back to Texas.</p>
<p>The husband was a gigantic Australian that was a massive 7'+ tall and over 400 lbs. When he arrived to the house, he got out of the car all huffy and puffy and started towards me. With out even thinking, Beverly jumped in front of him and told him he better get back in the car because I would likely kill him. I wasn't a violent person, per say, but I was downright brutal when forced into a confrontation. Anyway while she is trying to get him back in the car, both kids latch on to me and refuse to let go. They repeatedly state they rather stay with me than go with their mom and dad.....funny thing of it was I was strict with them while their parents let them get away with anything....and they still chose me over them.</p>
<p>As much as it pained me I knelt down and told them they had to go with their parents, but that I would always love them and think about them. After some time, I finally convinced them to get in the car. That would be the last time I saw any of them for a long time.</p>
<p>Not long after they left I got injured at work, I was a busboy and tried lifting and turning with an overloaded bus pan. Needless to say I exploded the last two vertebrae in my spine and nearly severed it into in two places. A couple coworkers carried me (probably the reason my spinal cord was nearly severed) to the workers comp. hospital which happened to be next door to where I was living. After a few hours and a few dozen X-Rays the doctor came in and told me &quot;Mr. Colbert, I am sorry to tell you this, but you will never walk again!&quot; and then he proceeded to showing me the damage.</p>
<p>Well I was 18 and knew everything so in a huff I screamed &quot;You fucking idiot, I bet you $10,000 I walk again with a year!&quot;. He instantly responded &quot;You're On!&quot;. An hour later I got up and walked the hell out of that hospital. I made it all the way to my couch, with the doctor behind me crying like a little bitch while writing out the check. I was the one in pain, but he was crying.....it was beautiful to witness.</p>
<p>Once I laid down on that couch though, I didn't get up (under my own power) for 3 months. A couple of the nurses from the Workers' Comp hospital would come by and help me in the morning and evenings (before and after work) and it was a good thing cause I couldn't fucking move anything below my arms. Even my dick wouldn't work and trust me one of those pretty nurses checked it every day for a month.....it was as limp as an overcooked Noodle!.</p>
<p>Finally, after three months I couldn't take laying there any longer. I was determined to either walk again or crawl my ass to somewhere to get a wheelchair. Plus I had to take the most epic shit of my life and had no one to help me to the bathroom. So I grabbed the coffee table and rolled myself face first into the floor. I then drug myself to the bathroom and used the edge of the sink and back of the toilet to pull myself upright. I stood at the sink for a good 10 minutes, then worked my way over to the toilet and sat down.</p>
<p>Then came the trouble. I had nothing to pull on to be able to lean forward to wipe my ass, or get standing again. I eventually used the edge of the tub as a handle and spun myself around a little bit so I could take care of business. Then I had to literally flop down in the floor, pull my pants up and drag myself back to the edge of the sink to pull myself upright again.</p>
<p>After a few minutes I realized I had enough strength in my legs that using my arms as counter-balance I could stay upright. So with that new knowledge I grabbed one leg with my hands and moved it to the side, then grabbed the other. Within a few minutes I had managed to make it outside my front door. Now come the steps,  they proved to be very difficult because I still had no control over my legs, which meant I couldn't bend them to go down 3 steps. I did have a hand rail though so I turned my body facing the rail and then picked up one leg and set it down a step, then the other and finally I made it down the steps. It probably took a good hour to get from the bathroom to the bottom of those three steps.</p>
<p>Now I am ready to go, so I start moving one leg then the other, with my hands. I did this all the way from my house to downtown Las Vegas, then to the end of &quot;The Strip&quot; then back downtown and back to my house. For three and a half days I walked, I didn't sit down, I didn't sleep and if I got tired I staid standing and leaned against something to take a short break or nap. Most of the time I had to bear hug light poles to keep from falling down when I would stop for a break.</p>
<p>By the time I made it back home I could once again move my legs on their own. I wasn't really sure how but I found out years later that I had retrained my brain to work my legs using the nerves in my skin (which is actually a giant organ and a giant nerve). My spinal cord eventually healed, partially, so I could work my legs again using the Sciatic Nerve instead of my skin nerves. However, if I sit wrong or sleep wrong still to this day I will go to get up and my legs will be like &quot;fuck you, I am taking a break&quot; and I will have to wiggle around to un-pinch my spine so they start working again.</p>
<p> *** That's all for today but make sure you <a href="https://steemit.com/@venuspcs">Follow Me</a> and check back often for Part 3. ***  </p>