March 2017 A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. The bad news is that I had too much responsibility, too much on my plate. Let me be more specific… One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm…

March 2017 A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. The bad news is that I had too much responsibility, too much on my plate. Let me be more specific… One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm…

March 2017 A Traumatic Brain Injury ~ Life Before and After According to the Oxford American Dictionary, the word “trauma” is defined as “emotional shock producing a long lasting effect upon a person”. “What the hell happened to my hair !!” ~ first words out my mouth when I regained awareness from a coma”. A dedicated reader, hard-working and very responsible person my entire life ~ it all changed in a matter for moments with no knowledge this would ever happen, it just simply happened beyond anyone’s control. Here is my story as much as I can collaborate the details. Enjoy ~ So the story begins in a small upscale Catholic community outside of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The youngest of 5 children, good parents and a funky dog named Huey. My Dad was a milkman and Mom stayed home to manage our household. We were the all American family until it all fell apart. There are simply situations in life you can control ~ and those you cannot… but life is a gift and these experiences occur to teach valuable life lessons along the way. Some were pleasant and some were not, they range from being in the church choir to attending AA meetings with my family, writing this novel, if nothing else will help others in life. That is my ultimate goal. I spent 30+ years in the accounting and finance departments of both residential and commercial construction, an industry that was very profitable with an amazing staff of owners and employees. I was always in a position of trust and I took that role very seriously ~ with the credentials to prove it. The bad news is that I had too much responsibility, too much on my plate. Let me be more specific… One normal day I was headed back to work after my lunch break and was experiencing a very bad headache which was out of the norm…

CHAPTER IST. JAGO — CAPE DE VERD ISLANDS Porto Praya — Ribeira Grande — Atmospheric Dust withInfusoria — Habits of a Sea-slug and Cuttle-fish — St.Paul's Rocks, non-volcanic — Singular Incrustations —Insects the first Colonists of Islands — Fernando Noronha —Bahia — Burnished Rocks — Habits of a Diodon — PelagicConfervae and Infusoria — Causes of discoloured Sea.AFTER having been twice driven back by heavy southwestern gales, Her Majesty's ship Beagle, a ten-gun brig, under the command of Captain Fitz Roy, R. N., sailed from Devonport on the 27th of December, 1831. The object of the expedition was to complete the survey of Patagonia and Tierra del Fuego, commenced under Captain King in 1826 to 1830, — to survey the shores of Chile, Peru, and of some islands in the Pacific — and to carry a chain of chronometrical measurements round the World. On the 6th of January we reached Teneriffe, but were prevented landing, by fears of our bringing the cholera: the next morning we saw the sun rise behind the rugged outline of the Grand Canary island, and suddenly illuminate the Peak of Teneriffe, whilst the lower parts were veiled in fleecy clouds. This was the first of many delightful days never to be forgotten. On the 16th of January, 1832, we anchored at Porto Praya, in St. Jago, the chief island of the Cape de Verd archipelago.The neighbourhood of Porto Praya, viewed from the sea, wears a desolate aspect. The volcanic fires of a past age, and the scorching heat of a tropical sun, have in most places rendered the soil unfit for vegetation. The country rises in successive steps of table-land, interspersed with some truncate conical hills, and the horizon is bounded by an irregular chain of more lofty mountains. The scene, as beheld through the hazy atmosphere of this climate, is one of great interest; if, indeed, a person, fresh from sea, and who has…

INTRODUCTION. When on board H.M.S. Beagle, as naturalist, I was much struck with certain facts in the distribution of the organic beings inhabiting South America, and in the geological relations of the present to the past inhabitants of that continent. These facts, as will be seen in the latter chapters of this volume, seemed to throw some light on the origin of species—that mystery of mysteries, as it has been called by one of our greatest philosophers. On my return home, it occurred to me, in 1837, that something might perhaps be made out on this question by patiently accumulating and reflecting on all sorts of facts which could possibly have any bearing on it. After five years' work I allowed myself to speculate on the subject, and drew up some short notes; these I enlarged in 1844 into a sketch of the conclusions, which then seemed to me probable: from that period to the present day I have steadily pursued the same object. I hope that I may be excused for entering on these personal details, as I give them to show that I have not been hasty in coming to a decision.My work is now (1859) nearly finished; but as it will take me many more years to complete it, and as my health is far from strong, I have been urged to publish this abstract. I have more especially been induced to do this, as Mr. Wallace, who is now studying the natural history of the Malay Archipelago, has arrived at almost exactly the same general conclusions that I have on the origin of species. In 1858 he sent me a memoir on this subject, with a request that I would forward it to Sir Charles Lyell, who sent it to the Linnean Society, and it is published in the third volume of the Journal of that Society. Sir C. Lyell and Dr. Hooker, who both knew…

It has often and confidently been asserted, that man's origin can never be known: but ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science. The conclusion that man is the co−descendant with other species of some ancient, lower, and extinct form, is not in any degree new.He who wishes to decide whether man is the modified descendant of some pre− existing form, would probably first enquire whether man varies, however slightly, in bodily structure and in mental faculties; and if so, whether the variations are transmitted to his offspring in accordance with the laws which prevail with the lower animals. Again, are the variations the result, as far as our ignorance permits us to judge, of the same general causes, and are they governed by the same general laws, as in the case of other organisms; for instance, by correlation, the inherited effects of use and disuse, etc.? Is man subject to similar malconformations, the result of arrested development, of reduplication of parts, etc., and does he display in any of his anomalies reversion to some former and ancient type of structure? It might also naturally be enquired whether man, like so many other animals, has given rise to varieties and sub−races, differing but slightly from each other, or to races differing so much that they must be classed as doubtful species? How are such races distributed over the world; and how, when crossed, do they react on each other in the first and succeeding generations? And so with many other points.The enquirer would next come to the important point, whether man tends to increase at so rapid a rate, as to lead to occasional severe struggles for existence; and consequently to beneficial variations, whether in body or mind, being preserved, and injurious ones…

A Letter to the Illustrious and Very Reverend Don Virginio Cesarini Rome 1623 I have never understood, Your Excellency, why it is that every one of the studies I have published in order to please or to serve other people has aroused in some men a certain perverse urge to detract, steal, or deprecate that modicum of merit which I thought I had earned, if not for my work, at least for its intention. In my Starry Messenger there were revealed many new and marvelous discoveries in the heavens that should have gratified all lovers of true science; yet scarcely had it been printed when men sprang up everywhere who envied the praises belonging to the discoveries there revealed. Some, merely to contradict what I had said, did not scruple to cast doubt upon things they had seen with their own eyes again and again. My lord the Grand Duke Cosimo II, of glorious memory, once ordered me to write down my opinions about the causes of things floating or sinking in water, and in order to comply with that command I put on paper everything I could think of beyond the teachings of Archimedes, which perhaps is as much as may truly be said on this subject. Immediately the entire press was filled with attacks against my Discourse. My opinions were contradicted without the least regard for the fact that what I had set forth was supported and proved by geometrical demonstrations; and such is the strength of men's passion that they failed to notice how the contradiction of geometry is a bald denial of truth. How many men attacked my Letters on Sunspots, and under what disguises! The material contained therein ought to have opened to the minds eye much room for admirable speculation; instead it met with scorn and derision. Many people disbelieved it or failed to appreciate it. Others, not wanting to agree with my ideas,…