By Anthony Sicilia

 

…Table of Contents…

 

 

Acknowledgements     4-8

Prologue     11-13

 

Chapter 1 – The day my life began   14-16

 

Chapter 2- Seven years of hell  18-24

 

Chapter 3- Camp Central Perth V/S broken legs  26-31

 

Chapter 4- Against the ropes, cheating death   33-38

 

Chapter 5 – Looking into deaths eyes  40-46

 

Chapter 6 – Inside my head 48-67

 

Chapter 7 – Pads, Pucks and soccer balls 68-78

 

Chapter 8 – An old man’s time has come 80-82

 

Chapter 9 – Suicide ropes, bullets and knives  84-86

 

Chapter 10 – Trouble in paradise 88-89

 

Chapter 11 - Wanting a new beginning 90-93

 

Chapter 12 – Taking my faith to a whole new level 95-101

 

 

 

Written for nana

 

Acknowledgements

 

A heartfelt thank you goes out to all the people that gave me the confidence needed to write my life biography.

Nathan Innes, Ryan Scott, Brandon Narhgang Cesare Paola, Susanne Paola, Carmine & Marlene Paola. Very special thanks go out to all of the members of Teen Daily Deviational Ministry, my dad, Luana Paola, God and too the many others who helped me with this book I appreciate it all the more. It’s certainly people like you have made my hopes and dreams into a reality.  People like you make such dreams become realized and it’s because of all of the tremendous support I’ve gotten that makes my goals possible.  Honorable mention goes out to Jennie Badger and Melanie Laurier for providing with such unbelievable inspiration, courage and friendship. There really should be more people out there that should follow in your footsteps. I would also like to thank Dan Brown, R.L. Stine, Robert Munch, and David Pelzer, Daniel Day Lewis for his performance in “My Left Foot” Christy Brown, Metallica and The Casting Crowns, Reva Weeks.   I wanted to give special thanks to the authors mentioned above separately.

 

 

First off, I’d like to thank Dan Brown for his writings in The Da Vinci Code. You really inspired al lot of conversation about religion, good or bad it always is great too talk about religion.  The Da Vinci is a great book no matter what the critics say. I feel very proud to be one of many thousands that have read The Da Vinci Code. I feel very honored to been so inspired by such an awe inspiring book, thank again

 

Secondly I’d like to thank R.L. Stine for his awesome, creepy, fascinating, imaginative creativity; it was your great Goosebumps series that eventually made my imagination go crazy.  Your sense of good clean horror seemed to make reading so much fun. I think all my friends can also agree with me on that.

 

Thirdly I’d like to thank Robert Munch for writing such great books. It was days in the school library that I could just pick up a book of yours and just become one of the characters.

 

Next I would like to thank Dave Pelzer for his heart compelling book, A child called it. For me to write that book I believe it took so much courage to write a book like that, you have no idea how many were heart wrenched by your life story. Your words touched a lot of people.

 

I’d like to thank Daniel Day Lewis, for his compelling performance in my left foot as Christy Brown. It was your performance that really gave me some personal drive. I did watch my left foot when I was much, much younger. I was urged by my father to watch it. All watching it when I was younger I didn’t really understand the meaning behind the story, it wasn’t years later that watching your portrayal of Christy Brown really made me examine my life, it made me value what I had. Of I do struggle with muscular cerebral palsy but it was the movie that really made me push my life in life, it made search for my full potential. “My Left Foot” become my inspiration for many years and it still remains to this day. It is the reason I would like to turn my book into a film, I just hope my story captures the hearts of millions.

 

 

I’d also like to thank Christy Brown, for providing inspiration, courage and knowledge about Cerebral Palsy. Christy   you and I aren’t so different you wrote your story and I have a passion to write mine.  It’s a strange topic when you talk about cerebral palsy because many people that cerebral palsy has it in many different situations and conditions.  Christy Brown was a true pioneer of inspiration. I would be remiss if I did thank him for his great will power and his seemingly tasteful outlook on life. So again thank you Christy.   To quote Christy he goes on in saying “You will see the forces that form my artwork.”  To me writing is my art.

 

 

I like to thank the band Metallica for allowing me to escape in your music through my time of anger and bitterness.

Casting Crowns I’d like to thank you for providing me with a way to believe in Jesus again. You reassure my faith every moment that I listen to your songs.

 

Lastly I’d like to thank my friend Melanie, for me to say friend is a true honor. What can I say about her that’s not positive there are a million things? On the other hand there are a million things wrong with me.  She’s going to think I’m nuts but in my opinion she has what every living being dreams about a good heart.   In my opinion I think everybody in the world should be her friend, they should feel lucky too. She spoke to me when no one would listen. She became my hero. Having her as a friend surely has to go down in history as “the greatest friendship that I’ve ever made.”

 

Mostly I’d to thank all of you! EVERYBODY…………. People like Nathan Innes, Ryan Scott, and Brandon Narhgang, Cesare Paola, Susanne Paola, Carmine and Marlene Paola, dad, Teen Daily Devotional Ministry, Jennie Badger, Melanie Laurier and once again Dan Brown, Dave Pelzer, Robert Munch, R.L. Stine,  Luana Paola, Daniel Day Lewis. Christy Brown, Metallica, The Casting Crowns the word INSPIRATION is a perfect description. Its you that define the word inspiration. With out your support there would be no book, without your support there would be no interesting life for me.  You’ve all have seen me bleed physical and emotionally. It’s people like all of you that lent me your hand when I was down. To all the authors thank you again, you provided me with a way to escape my sometimes dark world.

 

Many of you are proud of my accomplishments throughout life. You say that urge all of you to look deeper in yourselves because I provide real encouragement and inspiration to a lot of people, but what you fail to realize is….. I am just a man with hundreds of answers and a million questions. Many people say they stand before in honor. In truth a stand before them on a journey of inspiration and if they’d take my hand I’d show every last one of them the inspiration they give me.

I  would also like to thank my friend Reva Weeks she has shown me the utmost understanding and has shown me great compassion, I don't think I would be here any longer I had not met her. When all the world had looked their noses down upon me she was one person I could always count on for great respect and a great sense of caring. Their has been numerous people to look down on me too many to name. For the sake of this book I will not mention any names in doing so those people could still have some dignity. When the whole world was busy spiting in my face, Reva did the complete opposite I guess she saw something in myself that nobody ever really took the time to see. I don't claim to know exactly how life is its a mystery even to me. Even to me I'd have to say God works in mysterious ways. Sharing friendship is like as if I  was sharing a friendship with God.   Sometimes God speaks to people and some people are just to blind to see it for themselves. I think my friendship with Reva was sent by God to reassure my belief in him. I don't know why Reva and I get along so wonderfully but like I said before God works in mysterious ways. If a friendship with  Reva was sent by God then I thank God for finally sending a signal, I thank god for saving me with a friendship like I have with Reva, I thank Reva fir accepting my friendship and making it so worth while. God and Reva give me hope when the lights go out.

 

 

 

 

 

Inspired by a true story, of past and present memories

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Now many people who know I am writing a book always ask me the same questions. How on earth could I possibly write a book about my life at such a young age? I am still very young and I have yet to experience life to the fullest. I just simply smile and say to them its not the age that gives you the right to write a book it is the life lessons that you learn along the way that really truly count. “Heck if it is only age that matters to write a book then I should be 60-70 years old.”  I considered the real reason I wanted to write this book was never really discovered, until I could find myself spiritually. Only then would I know the full meaning of the importance to write this book instead of just bits and pieces like a puzzle. That exact reason is that so I could share my life experiences with the world and tell them about my cerebral palsy. I think there are nothing more meaningful then a true story of inspiration.  So that maybe one day fifty years from now my story can inspire individuals and also the world. My cerebral palsy may have made me physically weaker but it gave me a very strong mentality, a mentality that made me push through any pain without giving up even when I wanted too.

 

As people say if you loose one senses all your other senses become heightened, for me that is where my strength comes from.  I was chosen for a mission; don’t think for one second that if I had to go through it again I wouldn’t because I most definitely would.  This is my cursed gift and even though it doesn’t define me, how I handle myself and my situations is what defines me and who I become in the future.  This is the utmost true reason why it was so important for me to write and share the story of my pain and sacrifice.  I say cerebral palsy is my curse and my gift, simply because it is just that. It’s true what they say with great power comes great responsibility. (Spiderman) God could have saved me if he wanted to but really where’s the fun in that?  God may have taken away my ability to walk straight but he gave me two other gifts I treasure even to this day. He gave me the gift of courage and creativity.  He also gave me a truly unique gift a gift of friendship, eventually that friendship would change my life. God gave me friendship in the form of Nathan, Ryan, Brandon, Blaze, Beven etc. Most of all these five friends would help me define my abilities; they saw something inside of me that no-one else had ever seen. They made me truly believe in God.  I thank God everyday for the friendships I have received in my life. I may have touched a lot of people just by listening to them; I’m most thankful for the friendships that have touched me, because those are the kinds of friendships that inspire people and give them motivation to pursue great goals in their lifetime.

 

Thank you to Nathan who really believed I had a future in writing even when others didn’t. Thank you to Ryan and Brandon for the wacky stories and good times. Thank you to Beven and Blaze who took me under their wing and treated me like their own brother.  That is was because of the five of you that have made my vision as a writer so clear and so joyful, that it’s been one hell of a ride.  This is my way of expressing my gratitude towards of you. Really I can’t express how thankful I am for the impact you’ve all had on my life, in your own unique way. Now I have no idea what the future has in store for me but I sure hope all of you stick around and find out.  That’s the real gift god gave me, six friends who truly believed in me and who saw a future in me long before there ever was one.

 

 

Chapter 1

Anthony Sicilia

The day my life began

 

 

Chapter 1 The day my life began

 

 

 

It all started on May 26, 1985, at 3:00pm at London Ontario Children’s Hospital. My mother was deliver twins, myself and of course my brother Angelo. We were really tiny babies because we were born seven weeks premature, I was 3lbs and 13 oz and Angelo was 3lbs. Angelo and I were placed in incubators due to our small size. Shortly after the nurse that was watching I had turned off my oxygen and left the room, she went to assist the other doctors with my brother Angelo.  He had tremendous problems breathing. When my father came into see me he was shocked by he was seeing. My face was like the colour of a blueberry. My father went completely mad racing around to find nurses to find out what was wrong with me, when the nurse saw my face she cried out “Oh, My God.” When my father asked what was wrong me, the nurse replied “we are short of staff therefore there isn’t enough nurses to tend to your sons needs. When the doctors finally got to me I was placed on a deliberator so that the doctors could revive me. I was clinically dead for five minutes; I was placed in the I.C.U. (Intensive Care Unit for two months where I was under intense watch to see if I could survive the accident.  Five months later the doctors told my parents that because of the neglect /miss-communication by the hospital a certain amount was cut off to my brain. The doctors then told my parents that there are many diverse forms of cerebral palsy, for instance mental illness and not fully brain function. However there is always the physical kind where the physical terms of C.P. don’t do any damage to my mental capacity it would however effort my bone structure and full control of my hip joints. My father replied “you killed my son and you tell me not to worry, when I saw his face turn blue it was the most frightening thing I have ever seen in my life.”     In the months ahead my father was forced to quit his job at (FAG Barings) in order to take on the responsibilities of my needs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

My parents afterwards moved to Sebringville Ontario, it was a little village with the population about 500.My family consisted of my brother Michael, myself, my brother Angelo and my sister Sara. My family tried so hard so that walking for me wouldn’t be a big problem. I had scheduled appointments to travel back and forth to London three times a week for the next few years, in dealing with my therapy. I must have gone to London 620 times to The Thames Valley Children Center before I even started school. My therapists name was Ellie O’Connor, I did every kind of physical exercise possible, leg squats, and forcing my legs out with an elastic band I did any type of exercise that would re-enforce the strength in my legs so I could have the proper stability walking.  If anyone asked my dad to this day he would say “going to London was like living in our car.” We were on the road so much, stopping to eat sandwiches, pizza and drinking bottles of orange juice. I never told anybody this but I thought going to London was the only time me and my dad could ever see eye to eye, just me, my dad and the open road. It was a two hour trip so we talked often.   London became like a second home to me a home I wanted no part of. I was very tired of traveling two hours to London three times a week to up with therapists and surgeons. The visits increased as time went on. Checking my bone structure, being x-rayed so much. Being stretched out like I was a rubber band; it was amazing to me how much I could bend my body in different ways that would make anybody’s stomach turn. I was like a lab rat to them they were always checking on me and my progress.

 

 

 

Many dollars went into the visits to London. $5.00 for parking, $ 3.00 for leaving not to mention the tremendous amount we spend on food, it was surprising to me how we never went broke.  All the doctors cared was getting paid and they loved me because we threw away money to them like it was nothing. I think that’s why they could ever fully fix my problem because they knew if they did they would eventually loose money.

 

 

Chapter 2

Seven years of hell                                                    Anthony Sicilia

 

 

Chapter 2 Seven years of hell

 

 

 

 

The school I first liked was Central Perth Elementary School.  I was seven years old. I did not know it yet but that school would change my life for better and for worse.   When I attended class at Central Perth the teachers had a very time reading my writing as a result of this I failed my assignments, the school was very determined that I did not fail, so they did they next best thing they went to the board of education and got me a grant for a personal computer.  I used the computer to type out all of my assignments. It made a dramatic change in my grades. What I really enjoyed in class was our creative writing assignments; It was something I really seem to excel at.  I really had a creative imagination. The only problem was finding a crew with an imagination as crazy and as out of this world as my mind was.  I was a very enthusiastic student when it came to writing. When the opportunity came knocking I talked to my friends Ryan, Nathan and Brandon. Some of the fictional stories we wrote were called, Canadian Ninjas, Golden Gloves, The magic sword and the nighthawk. Just to name a few while we worked on the stories we each had different jobs in dealing with the stories. Nathan worked on the editing, while Ryan and Brandon provided the stories with comic relief, as I focused on the writing. I’m not going to lay we were dam good at writing the stories. We could beat out anybody; we were truly and utterly unstoppable. Many times we were faced with the biggest challenges and we always came out standing tall and very proud of our accomplishments. I think the reason why we were all so interested in writing is because we were all fascinated by the Goosebumps series. Written by R.L. Stine, some of the books we really got into were “Say cheese and die, Piano lessons can be murder and the night of the living dummy. I’m not why we like his books if I was to take a guess it would have to horrific but yet tasteful imagination, we all thought R.L. Stine was great   because we all thought we had the same type crazy imagination. The stories that got me interested were sports bios; I used to go to the library three or sometimes four times a day to read about hockey, soccer and baseball.  Some of the bios I loved to read about in Hockey were about Wayne Gretzky, Mario Lemiuex, Patrick Roy, Scott Stevens, the list goes on and on. There’s only two things that I cared when reading Baseball books that was The Toronto Blue Jays and of course Babe Ruth. In soccer I studied the history of Italy’s national and league teams.

 

 

 

 

When I wasn’t reading about sports I was reading my favourite children’s book by my favourite author Robert Munch and his classic book 40 below 0. When I wasn’t in the library feeding my fetish for sports I was in music class. (My favourite school subject) Ha, Ha, Ha! Yeah right. Our teacher Mrs. Robins was how you say, a little wound up.  Her favourite song for us to sing was songs like Rocking’ Robin, This Land is Our Land, Ms. Mary Mac. The vocal exercise we would do really got rather annoying you’d have to sit there for twenty minutes and go A, E, I, O, U. you think she would be finished but oh no that was only the beginning. She made us sing lower and higher these notes Doe, ray, me, fa, so, la, ti, doe. We didn’t help our own situation though we were a bunch of badasses; everybody in our class knew we did not really want to be there. So we did the next best thing we threw paper at each other and we loved to interrupt Mrs. Robins, to us it became like a game.   The most memorable moment I have of our music class is the way Mrs. Robins sang, she thought she was on Broadway or even in some sort of Opera.  She sang so high we sometimes plugged our ears. If I had to summarize what her singing was like it would have to be going into the church of a coloured neighbourhood and hearing the church vocal

s sing to the heavens everyday. Singing for me didn’t stop she cast me into The Mary Poppins where I played a silly little man singing with the rest of the town. My embarrassing night didn’t end there Ms. Robins was so impressed with my singing so much that after the play was done she picked me up and introduced me to her family. I seriously thought she was going to adopt me on that night, I was so scared.

 

 

 

For my second part of the school year I took a leave of absence so that I could have surgery.

This page is very difficult for me to write because I was taken in and out of school because of my many surgeries. Now I had my first in school surgery when I was nine years old.  It involved with the doctors cutting behind my legs and lengthening my hamstrings. Standing for my after the surgery was very painful because no-one understood the kind of pain I was in, I felt like Stretch Armstrong. As my therapy got more intense I got more and more stubborn. Tell everyone to leave me the hell alone” because I was exhausted was screaming in pain so much that many times I was ready to pass out. I raised all kinds of hell so that I wouldn’t have to go through the pain anymore. Even though I didn’t want to I knew I had too if ever I wanted a chance to fix myself up. I had to lay in a body cast for three months which was very difficult for me when I had to sleep.

 

When I returned to grade four I returned to a rendition of “Jerry Springer.”   My friend Beven was feuding with our classroom and gym teacher Mr. Cleland Beven was asked to participate in prison ball our classes’ favourite game. Which Beven chose not to

It was a sport I rather enjoyed playing whenever I played it I got very motivated and strongly competitive. Dodging, diving and running around it were as if I was born to play the game. The people in my class were amazed at how I was never caught. Meanwhile Beven was still refusing to participate in prison ball. Mr. Cleland then got very angry stopped the game and made us march back to the classroom one by one. Mr. Cleland then shut the classroom door then said and I quote: You are the worst bunch of students I have ever taught; you have no respect for anybody. ”You will never get anywhere in life.”  After that he got really frustrated and threw a chair across the room. We all looked at him like; Dude what’s wrong with you?  Another class that brings up familiar memories of Grade four is grade four French classes with Mrs. Stuart; she was the easiest going teacher.  Anybody could away with anything in class; it was like the Canadian version of Jerry Springer. What I mean by that is there was so much going on that Mrs. Stuart never even cared to look. For me I knew I could get away with so much and I took full advantage of that. Grade four is when I started my school rampage, fighting etc. The most memorable battles I had been with a kid by the name of Brent Nurse. Now I used to fight Brent Nurse simply because there was pure fury there but in a competitive way. Some of classic fights happened with me jumping over my desk, and launching myself in the air to attack Brent. Punching him, kicking him it didn’t matter it happened every French class and Mrs. Stuart was totally unaware of this. I have to admit that having Mrs. Stuart no not know about our was just the sweetest thing ever. For the people in class who weren’t cheering for the fight, well the other members of our French class would spit spitballs at the blackboard. Of course Beven and Blaze took all the blame for it.  Mrs. Stuart always wrote their names down on the blackboard, Heck she must have written their names up there over 200 times. She always said “boys stop horsing around, or you’re going to the office.” My fights with Brent were always in full view of the teacher. I hated Brent so much that during our class spelling test the next day I wrote I hate Brent Nurse over 1000 times.  I’m here to tell you that 100% true.

For the better part of grade five I was in hospital due to surgery. The doctor’s idea for the second surgery was that he decided he would break my hips and re-enforce my hips with steel plates. Yes it did cure my cerebral palsy I walked straight for one and I’ll tell you walking straight was great for me, it was a thrill for me. I thought everyone that had the opportunities to walk straight took that for granted. I thought this because the people that didn’t have problems with their lives took walking straight for granted. For me when I walked straight I was out walking everyday and recuperating. I always thought for those people that took walking right for granted were the people that never lived their lives to the fullest.  The following year I had a scheduled appointment to get the steel plates removed. Which I very frustrated, it begged me to ask questions to myself like if he cured my cerebral palsy why would he want to remove the plates. Now from that surgery I have 4” scars down the sides of my legs. Which to me is a constant reminder to me of the pain I overcame?   After the surgery I vowed to myself never to return to the hospital again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I continued to battle my cerebral palsy, I was unaware but there was a war coming my way. I had to quickly come face to face with my demons. This war I dealt this with is the war of food. This eating disorder I fought and bled for four years.  The real reason why I had an eating was unknown even to me, I truly don’t know why I struggled with an eating disorder I was just never hungry as a young child.  There was even a time I chose not eating for three days straight. After that my parents became very concerned with my health, I was taken to many diverse dietitians I was placed on every kind of milkshake that would make me gain weight.  I was on ensure, homo milk and I was even placed on a fiber diet. None of them had much success, so my social worker at that time suggested I take this protein shake that body builder’s use. Mass 2500 that seemed to help a lot but before then things were looking bleak for my in general.  I was taken in an out of the hospital for being very malnutrition.  Sometimes my parents were worried that I would not make through the night. Many times I’m sure the first thoughts running through the minds of my parents were what morning will Anthony not wake up.?  In short form from age 9-13 I weighted anywhere from 30-45lbs. I know this frustrated my parents I took a lot of healthy punishment. As people say no good deed goes undone.  When I got into grade six I suffered the most embarrassing moment ever. My mother wrote a note to my teacher and he had the nerve to read in front of the whole class. The note read, “Could you please make sure Anthony stays inside all lunch recess until his entire lunch is finished.” I felt so embarrassed I mean I had no idea my mother could ever embarrass me that.

 

 

 

As I continued to visit dietitians I was scheduled to have a visit with a dietitian in London. Dr. Fox was the dietitian for The Thames Valley Children’s Center. We talked my weighted and the solutions, but none of what Dr. Fox was really a solution to anything it was really more then guessing with him.    He came up with this one suggestions were if my parents paid me to eat in front of the T.V.  Then at the end of the day I would get five dollars. Which sounds great but it was hard believe me. At the next appointment with Dr. Fox he was surprised that I had not put on any weight.  The next words I was to hear would be words that I will forever remember. Dr. Fox said “If he wants to die let him die, there’s nothing we can do for him.” I was surprised by what I had just heard him say I mean as a doctor Dr. Fox totally gave up.  I didn’t know it yet but my father wasn’t ready to give up so easy. The next year would be the toughest year of my life. While eating my father would hit me if I didn’t swallow my food or for that matter even to my food, which made sick often times throwing up what little food I had in my stomach. What I thought was abusive torture at that time in my life it was more like write of passage. Proving if you want something bad, you may have go through a lot of pain and sacrifice to fully deserve what you want.

 

 

 

Chapter 3 Camp Central Perth V/S broken legs           Anthony Sicilia

 

 

Chapter 3 Camp Central Perth V/S broken legs

 

 

When I was in grade six, I went on many class trips. More trips then we would go on in any other grade. The first trip we went on was to Mr. Watt’s farm. He had a love for horses and me personally I could never understand why. I mean don’t get me wrong I like horses too but Mr. Watt loved everything about horses. After we left Mr. Watt’s farm we were all excited to go on the school camping trip to Godrich which was in the weeks to come.  We stayed there for three days with a variety of activities to do. Day 1, we spent the day Camp Central Perth t-shirts, day 2 camp hike and day 3 electives which is doing whatever you want, with in the rules. “Dam! Those rules.” The real fun at camp happened when we caused all kinds of mischief, that’s what I enjoyed being at Camp Central Perth. When I wasn’t making t-shirts or hiking with my class I was hanging out with Brent, Beven, Blaze, Ryan, Nathan, Trevor, Brandon and Drew. We spent the night playing indoor hockey, soccer. The second night at camp things got a little shaken up, what I mean by that weird unexplainable thing started to happen at camp. That was of course happening after the rest guys cabins started to get involved with a game of Ouija, We  all  did it in great fun but when it came to be my turn it was something  I was no where ready for.

 

 

It said someone at camp would get hurt. As you understand I was a little bit on edge and it only got worse as camp progressed.  The next night we all gathered in the mess hall to hear a story of an old murder that happened near our camp. The story was about “Crazy Bill Anderson.”  The story of Crazy Bill Anderson begins about a mile from the camping grounds of Godrich, The story goes as follows; there was once a young couple who wanted nothing in life but peace and tranquility, the names of the couple was Bill & Maggie Anderson.  They were a couple people didn’t really talk about except that they enjoyed peace and quiet. One day there was a big disturbance coming from their house.  The next morning there was a cry for help in the distance; the townsfolk heard “HELP, HELP ME PLEASE. A local ran into the Anderson household to see what the hustle and bustle was all was. What the townsman saw he would never forget, the Anderson household looked like it had be ransacked with shattered pieces of wood and porcelain on the floor. In the distance there was a distinct smell of blood on the walls and everywhere in between. Mr. Anderson was no where in sight when the police were called to the scene of the crime they made shocking relegations about what had happen prior to the morning.  When they approached the kitchen area they saw Mrs. Maggie Anderson hanging by a rope from the ceiling fan.  A serious crime investigator William P. Huff had come to the conclusion that Bill had murdered hi wife because she didn’t prepare his meal on time. During the time after the murder there was an immediate warrant placed on Bill Anderson, fifteen years the warrant still stands.

 

When we all went to camp Central Perth we all thought the story about Crazy Bill was just a myth. I had other suspicions to think otherwise. Later that night Brent told me the story about Crazy Bill and how it was not a myth, which murder took place in our cabin. As you can imagine that drove me nuts, “well what if he was right.”  I was scared I’d wake up in the morning with a rope around my neck. Anyway in the morning about 7am the entire cabin had been woken up by a loud scream in one of the girl’s cabins.  It turned out that while one of the girls were taking a shower, the water got a little too hot for her and she ended up being sent to the hospital for burns on her hands. What do you think was a conspiracy of Ouija?  Later that day it was Angelo and Beven’s groups to go hiking. Somehow they managed to wander off the trail I’m not sure why exactly I guess they wanted to pull a prank on the rest of the camp. Beven and Angelo’s plan was to stay behind and return to the campsite long after the hike had finished.   They made up this story that came face to face with Crazy Bill and they nearly escaped.  The entire camp was so worried and started to believe in the myth of Crazy Bill.

 

 

 

In contrast I enjoyed grade six immensely but when I entered grade seven it was like a whole different world for me, at school and at home. My problems at home continued with my surgeries. The plan for my next surgery the plan was to cut the inner parts of hips and rotate my hips outward. When my parents went into the recovery room my father asked how I felt, I said in tears “I feel like my legs have just been run over by a transport truck. I had a very time in the recovery room due to the fact I was on so many drugs for pain. I ended up puking a lot. I had to lay at home for six months in a body cast. What I thought was difficult wasn’t nearly close to what difficulty really was. That was until I had to go to the washroom, every time I went to the washroom I thought my sides were going to burst and my stitches would open. Stupidly my mother asked me how I felt after that I said “Now I know what I a woman have to go through when she delivers a baby.”  It’s a pain I never want to experience that kind of pain ever again.  Its total hell. Life in a body cast for me got better as time went on. Even though I couldn’t do anything for six months I could use my hands. From then on being in a body wasn’t as bad as you may think except when it came time to go to the washroom. The pain I went through, well let’s face it I think what I said earlier you basically got the idea of what it was like for me.   However I considered myself very fortune it with my cerebral palsy I had no brain damage or mental disability. I was truly unique in my own way with dealing with cerebral palsy. I had a rare case of C.P. that only effect 3 % of children that were affected by cerebral palsy. I would only loose control of muscles in my hips and legs.  I had a rare case that the doctors would rarely ever see. My heal muscles were very loose and in most case when dealing with cerebral palsy the muscles would be tightened. That’s what made truly believe I was unique.

 

As I said earlier even though I was in a body cast I could still use my hands.  So what I ended up for the next six months was play video games. That’s all I could to pass the time for myself and for my friends who came to visit me it was so much fun. We all had a blast. When I could move my feet if ever I wanted too I got lifted up and put on a hospital cart that looked like a skateboard.   When I returned to class it was anything but easy I was failing two terms. This was a major concern for my school teachers and my parents. So I had to taken out of school and relocated to a school in town. The school was King Lear Public School; I never really seemed to enjoy myself there. I did everything I could to get kicked out, fighting and such etc. To me it didn’t matter how big I was if I didn’t like you I’d let you know it. Everyday I sat in the office it was only the first week and already the entire school knew my name. They always asked me “Anthony, what are you doing in here? The secretary would them tell them my story, they’d reply “oh he’s here for fighting figures I didn’t care I just sat there smiling meanwhile the whole school thought I was Satan Or something like that.

 

Months later I turned my grades around in all my subjects, I got high 80’s. I had to really try in that term because the school eventually caught on to the idea that I was trying to get myself kicked out of school. All I said them after was “Gee what took you soon long. So it worked out great because a year later I got 86% in my history class I graduated with my diploma.