About Me
My Auto Biography
James aka Bubba
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 Fort Pierce, Florida
The Sunrise City
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I'm not much of a writer but I hope this will give you an idea of the person I am. First off, I hope the name "Bubba" does not offend anyone, if it does you may want to leave now. I will explain later the significance of that name.
I was born in January of 1956 in a place called Elberton Georgia, known as "The Granite Capital of the World". I was the last of my parents children. I had 8 half brothers and sisters and 3 whole sisters, Joy, Wanda and Sherry.
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Age 3 in Elberton GA
Paternal Grandmother, my cousin Ann, sisters Joy and Wanda
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Age 5 in Elberton GA
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In October of 1959 I was stricken with polio and was treated for three months in Warm Springs, Georgia. When I first became sick the symptoms were very much like the flu....fever, throwing up and just an over all ill feeling. When I didn't get better from the treatment for the "flu" by the local physician, I recall my Dad taking me to a prayer revival. With him holding my hand we walked into the revival tent and my legs became like water and buckled under me....that is the last I remember until I arrived at the Warm Springs Hospital about 150 miles from Elberton. I was severely affected from the waist down by the polio. With Gods help, my Father, Mother and sisters, I survived. At about that time the name "Bubba" came from my three sisters......I don't know which one started calling me that name but as the years went by, it was used with affection by family and friends. Although I walked kinda funny with full length leg braces and crutches, it didn't slow me down, in fact I was was not very well behaved and my father constantly said, "That boy has a hard head!"
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Aunt Lesabell Segars,
my sister, Sherry and me, Bubba
 Warm Springs GA
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When I was eight we moved to Okeechobee Florida because my father needed to find a better paying job as a heavy equipment operator. We were a poor family and literally going hungry in Georgia, even though my father worked everyday it just wasn't enough. Before we moved from Elberton, someone said that, "In Florida the houses don't have chimneys" and "the land is flat"! My sister's and I had a hard time believing a house could not have a chimney!
Starting the second grade in Okeechobee, my teacher called me her "Georgia Boy" because of my deep Southern drawl and accent. It was about this time I became shy and self-conscious (but NOT because she called me Georgia Boy). I loved growing up in Okeechobee, it was a small town and everyone was friendly and "country".
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I saw orange and grapefruit trees for the first time and found out I HATED grapefruit! There were "swamps" with snakes, gators, coons, armadillo, deer, and most of all the best fishin' of any place on earth....there was nothing like sitting on the bank of a canal fishing with a cane pole. ( I won't mention the dreaded "mosquitos" ... ooops, guess I just did.) Best of all there was Lake Okeechobee for swimming, and of course I couldn't swim a lick and nearly drown more than once because of "pot holes". After being rescued by my father a few times (I lost count, I think he did too) he would tell me me "don't go too far out"......that was like telling me to "go for it"!
In 1970 we moved to Fort Pierce, Florida, located about 30 miles to the east of Okeechobee. I loved this place even more because it right on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean (for some reason I don't recall my father going to the beach with us, hummm, I wander why?). My sister's and their boyfriends would allow me to tag along with them (can some of you imagine your brother being with you during your first date) to the beach, drive-in, and my favorite place McDonald's for a Big Mac and the 7/11 for a 16 ounce bottle of PEPSI!!
Around 1973 we returned to Georgia and as much as I loved my home state it was never the same after growing up all those years in Florida. I missed my friends in Fort Pierce, my Dad was away in another town working, I was making straight "F's" during my first six weeks in 9th grade in Elberton. I quit school, stayed home and a few years later my father retired and I was forced to go on disability.
In 1979 I returned to Fort Pierce. My eldest sister's husband was born and raised there and he decided to return after he and my sister lived in Georgia for a few years. I felt it was my chance to get back to Fort Pierce for a short visit. That visit became perminent! I've been here for 27 straight years.
While I was staying with them my eldest sister, Joy sensed how unhappy I was. I didn't like being on disability and I wanted an education. She went to an agency called the Florida Vocational Rehabilitation. The counselor she saw wanted to see me immediately. From the time I shook the man's hand, with my head held down, my life changed! I stayed in Florida, even though my father and mother begged me to come home.....heck I was 21! It was time I grew up and began to live an independent and productive life. In the first year I went to the local college and:
 After three months of study I obtained my GED with high scores. Took vocational courses to prepare for a career.Obtained a car and driver's license (the car was equipped with hand controls because I could not use my left foot on the brake).Got a full time job with the College and have been employed there since January 1980.My father has been gone since July 1989 and was always asking "When is Bubba coming home?" Before he died he did tell me, "Son, I love you and I'm proud of you." My mother lives in Elberton GA and is now 75.....I've been blessed to help her financially and talk to her every Sunday morning. I lost my younger sister Sherry, July 1, 2003 at age 48 and my eldest sister Joy in August 2004 at age 52, both deaths were contributed to smoking. I talk to my sister Wanda often but she still smokes and her cough gets worse as the years pass.
I was diagnosed with C.A.D. and C.O.P.D. at the age of 45. I quit smoking on November 26, 2001 thanks to something called Zyban, Nicorette Gum and a quit smoking Internet site called "Blairsville". My quit last 18 months and then when Sherry died I allowed myself to start smoking again. Off and on I quit and thank God I never again smoked over 5 cigarettes a day but unfortunately I was hooked on the nicotine gum but that wasn't what could kill me it was the smoking! My physical health greatly improved when I changed my smoking habits. At this writing I am 100% free if smoking and nicotine and continue to dedicate my free time to providing others with a means to quit smoking. I helped to create quit smoking support webpages and a forum. I'd like to think I have in someway helped to change the lives of others in some positive way. God is good and so are the people who have touched my life. Thanks for taking the time to read about me and if there is anything I can do for you....."I'm only an email away." ....or you can often see me at Freedom Village Quit Smoking Forum.
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