LIFE, LEMONADE AND THE LONG ROAD TO SUCCESS by Woodrow Riley Aug, 20, 2004 

"Humanity's Progress, One Child Never Left Behind"

Gee, Did I hear someone say I should have been a scientist? Yeah. Well, it was like this see. My cousin was blind so everybody in the family concentrated all their "help genes" into Henry. They made sure he got everything, every help. My Dad drank and committed suicide twice, finally dies in 1968. Henry got training for a lifetime occupation. When he got back from school he got in with the Roanoke school system, doing all their piano tuning and repair. My Dad's brother Bert built Henry a nice brick home at cost. Everybody got to feel good helping "Doc". "Doc" being the nickname they hung on him since he was a kid. Either Doc or, behind his back, poor little Henry.

Well, poor little Henry got everything the family had to offer. All the resources, the financial help, help setting him up in business so his blindness wouldn't cause him to suffer, mentoring. Everything poured like a funnel to him.

I haven't had contact much with anyone in my family for 35 years. I don't think they have a clue as to how my life got so fuggerd up from not having any help or any guidance but thank God they saved Henry. But, it wasn't just that. I sat at my Aunt Mary's piano once not touching the keys just admiring it, and she shooed me off like a fly. Henry had partial sight for a while and Uncle Charley built him a go-kart but I could never drive it. One X-mas Henry got Tinker Toys and a metal Erector Set {construction set}. I got shooed off the construction set. Yes, on Christmas Day I was still a fly in their life, & certainly NOT the child of the brother they claim they loved.
 
When I was growing up, I noticed our basement was only half dug out. So I asked Mom if I could carry a couple buckets of dirt a day up the hill and dump it over the bank, so that by summer's end I could get us a lot more basement space. She said no. Later as a teen, I read a book for an English report, about raising nightcrawlers for money. At the time no one did that in Roanoke. So I asked Mom if I couldn't follow their directions and raise worms in the basement. She gave me 4 reasons not to. About a year later these people living a mile down the road started selling nightcrawlers FOR A LIVING.
 
So, between a rock and a hard negative place was where I grew up. All the people in my life who should have given me a positive start well they didn't. If I was as paranoid as people think I am I could look back and MARVEL that these PEOPLE DIDN'T REDUCE MY BRAIN TO TURNIP SALAD... which admittedly some of you may have decided that anyway.
 
Then I got out and learned to bake Dunkin' Donuts. I was trained by several bakers who taught me more than just donuts, and I became a master donut baker. When I realized what a gift I had, I tried to get help from the Small Business Administration and they could not. To try and get funding anyway I had the wife apply for a loan, thinking her being female would balance the black preference of the time.
 
It did not. So for many many reasons my life was slowly herding me into driving a truck. Which I mastered and got to love too. But it screwed my kids and we never made much money because every company I tried driving for well they shorted my pay and I was gone 130+ hours every week. So my wife every so often would pile everyone in the car and run home to Momma claiming I didn't care about her I guess. Quite wrong that.
 
After my accident in '89 -not to mention the fall from the truck in '86- I started just having ideas about lots of stuff. I started writing it all down and keeping as good a records as I could, not knowing that soon computers and the Internet would come along and give me the means to put my stuff before the entire world.
 
So now you know the story of my life I guess. So MANY people have tried SO HARD to stand in my way and stop me. I've had to be filled with so much anger and hard-headed determination to be a positive human being. People still try to stand in my way. But, they have failed and I have won. With my new engine I am changing the world & with my information about how to build a human's strength to the level of fish by squeezing oxygen into the blood platelets as they pass thru the lung alveoli I've changed the human species into a super strong species, instead of always being weak and succumbing to every little cold virus that floats along.
 
The people who got in my way didn't stop me; they just turned my life into a urinal. When I was a child in Sunday school I was taught about how Joseph's brothers sold him into slavery in Egypt. Later as the Bible relates there came to be a famine, and eventually Joseph's brothers ended up going to Egypt to beg for food. Meantime Joseph had achieved a high status in Egypt and was in control of the food. As a child I wondered what it would be like if that was to happen to me... 

Well, my family didn't sell me into anything for any money; they just sold me down the river of life was all. I was thrown away like last week's trash, and any gifts I had, any promise my inquiring mind had, was repeatedly stomped. Then of course having arthritis and a serious crack in my lower vertebrae didn't help much either. That was when my wife started to thinking I was faking a back injury so I wouldn't have to work... so she would have to... Lies, all lies. Insanity and lies heaped against me from every human being I encountered. Even the members of the religious group I joined, they too joined this growing crowd of hate mongers who wanted to make me be "normal" like them. For God's sake Woodrow, don't do anything to be noticed. I was to make good grades in school, but never be noticed. People told me to be an overachiever but not to draw any attention to myself.

All that being sold down the river would have made sense had they gotten paid to trash me. Alas no such justification. Each must have had their own little reason I guess. I will say this, that had I been a foster kid or given up for adoption the mental abuse and the purposeful withholding of help & advice wouldn't have been much worse. Sometimes my Mom would overhear me crying at night. She would come in my bedroom of our little house on Hazelridge, remind me of all the little kids in the world who didn't have a nice home. As if that was going to salve me for the rest of my life, protect me from the lifetime of abuse she must have known was coming. Little did she realize how much I was getting right then nor what an empty line of crap she was telling me so I would overlook ... so much.  And my life got even worse. By all rights, I should have blown my brains out many decades ago. I had brains and I knew I did, but I was surrounded by people who saw my spark. They saw the spark my Dad also had, the spark of genius. They feared Dad's fire and they tried to kill it from being inside me. But I owed my Dad a debt. One particular evening, my Dad tho an alcoholic showed me his fire. Sitting at the kitchen table, he slowly drawed me many caricatures of animals. How I wish I still had his caricature of the elephant & lion! In that one evening of his life when I was maybe 6 or 7 years of age,

my Dad showed me just how superior he was to the average person. {Me} He spoke to me with power, and I felt his power through his voice, his deep resonating voice. I knew then that one day I would make this man proud to call me Woodrow. Not just because I've figured so many things out but because in doing so I have shown the world -and all the negative people who squashed my Dad- how very very very wrong was their philosophy of a living death, that you cannot excel without getting noticed. Not only that, I have grown myself and come to understand the Prime Directive obligation:

Each of us has to show our children our fire. 

With my websites and inventions I haven't been chasing money; I've been chasing the fire that tries to hide. I found it, harnessed its power, and have shown you all how to ride the wild fire inside, conquering as you go forward, demolishing the walls others put before you.

Or upon you.

Don't take 52+ years my friend.

Those of you who take the time to read my web pages, my novel... 

You too are blessed, for you now possess more of whatever fire you already had. 
 
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