Yeah, and in the seventies the VA had no idea and wanted me to let one of the Student Doctors do an Exploratory Surgery on my back. Theu had already put dad into a Body Brace for the remainder of his life and I was not willing to accept that ride so I got out of the system. I got run out of business with the Mexican Invasion in the eighties and then in the nineties I pulled out my personal hand-tools and went and got me a house to build but I could no longer walk on a single rafter, let alone skip and run one and that dream died on that house. Then I had a Commercial Driver's License but slid down the scale until all anyone would ley me drive snfd work 15 hours a day was a Concrete Mixer. When I fell off the side of m Mixer, they force me onto SSD. But you know, there are two chioces, you can live with what you have or you can off yourself and if the Vietnamese could no kill me, shooting me out of the air, I figure I'm to good looking to shoot myself... go figure!