Truth is Stranger than fiction!

As I told some of you earlier, I was born an orphan ( or to be blunt- I am a *******) In St Hildas Garth, my orphanage, I was advertised in the local York paper as a prospective child up for Fostering. Now a deeply true Cathlic family, with 6 chldren already, they took myself at 4 1/2 years old into thier bosom. I stayed with my chosen MA & DA for 11 years. but at fifteen and growing up in the Anarchy of the UK in Punk fuelled 70's I asked to be set free and went into the wide world alone. On an off-topic, I was brought up in the 60's and at 4 yeas old was a mad Beatles fan. When I met my new Mother at the gate of their house, clutching a bunch of flowers, I was the happiest kid in the world and said " will you be my mummy" When the answer was yes I sang "We all live in a Yellow Submarine" in pure joy. Anyway this is not why I am writing, I am just trying to lay the foundations for the part of my life I wish to share. After foolishly leaving home at 15 to "go it alone" I failed miserably for 10 years, and is another chapter that is not relevent now. I had took myself to London and had no-one to answer to. Just believe me when I say I was Wild! Anyway after my excess had caught up with me I came to my present place of Bournemouth, the riviera of Englands south coast. Today twenty4 years later the second of my first two real friends appeared at my abode minus his left leg. My first real friend when I arrived here had had a tragic occurrance 4 years ago when he fell out of his bedroom window and shattered his spine, leaving him paraplegic and having to use an electric wheel chair. Today my other oldest friend appeared as I said. So I am in a quandry. They say things happen in three's:( I could tell you a lot more detail, but I suddenly realise that I dont know you:)

"Truth is stranger than fiction, You drive through it everyday"
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Believe you me!