On a hot and humid Wednesday morning Grayson Walker starts his day as he usually does in front of a keyboard with a lite candle. After a shower and a myriad of prescription medications and other natural remedies. His head finally begins to clear of the vivid dreams that have kept him awake the last several nights. But despite his poor physical health stemming from heart failure brought on by stress, smoking, and obesity. Grayson also suffers from health anxiety, bouts of PTSD, and Chronic Depression. Still Gray’s doctors tell him he’s doing okay because he followed their advice to quit smoking and changing his diet. But even with all that good news, it offers very little comfort to his damaged soul.
Grayson and his young family moved to the piedmont area of Georgia from Savannah in the early 1990’s. To escape the struggles early struggles they had, including stalled career opportunities. Not satisfied with themselves or the path they were taking, Grey and his wife Pam made the insane decision to move from everything that was familiar to an area they only heard about in old family tales. To live in a rural part of the state where his mother’s family was from originally, in and around the counties of Treutlen, Wheeler, and Montgomery
The first few years were a bit of a culture shock, even though they were only 125 miles from where they begin. But in the early 1990’s the slow pace and the isolation were often too much. But the children took to it like ducks to water, unlike their often shunned “out-of-town” parents. But soon they both found work and with the much lower cost of living decent shelter in which to live. All the things Grey’s dad tried to teach him, but often complained he was either too slow or too dumb to do, come back to him. But with the help of his uncles that lived in the area, Grey became skilled at simple home repairs. Often helping his Uncle Gabe with small construction jobs in the area.
But Grayson was still unsatisfied with what he was doing, he know he could do better. So for several years Gray went back to school. First trade school then to a four-year college. But nothing came easy to Gray due to the verbal abuse he remembered from his father and neighborhood bullies. Even as he grew older the ghost of their voices can still be heard. He felt like he was marked at a young age by a community of bullies and name callers he grew up near. But here Gray and his family were given a second chance. For those that didn’t know them, they were a blank slate. To his family he was simply “Missy’s” son. While he may have still been “Junior” to his uncles, aunts, and cousins; and “June Bug” to his beloved Grandma. At least he could feel their respect… so he keeps typing.
Grayson and his young family moved to the piedmont area of Georgia from Savannah in the early 1990’s. To escape the struggles early struggles they had, including stalled career opportunities. Not satisfied with themselves or the path they were taking, Grey and his wife Pam made the insane decision to move from everything that was familiar to an area they only heard about in old family tales. To live in a rural part of the state where his mother’s family was from originally, in and around the counties of Treutlen, Wheeler, and Montgomery
The first few years were a bit of a culture shock, even though they were only 125 miles from where they begin. But in the early 1990’s the slow pace and the isolation were often too much. But the children took to it like ducks to water, unlike their often shunned “out-of-town” parents. But soon they both found work and with the much lower cost of living decent shelter in which to live. All the things Grey’s dad tried to teach him, but often complained he was either too slow or too dumb to do, come back to him. But with the help of his uncles that lived in the area, Grey became skilled at simple home repairs. Often helping his Uncle Gabe with small construction jobs in the area.
But Grayson was still unsatisfied with what he was doing, he know he could do better. So for several years Gray went back to school. First trade school then to a four-year college. But nothing came easy to Gray due to the verbal abuse he remembered from his father and neighborhood bullies. Even as he grew older the ghost of their voices can still be heard. He felt like he was marked at a young age by a community of bullies and name callers he grew up near. But here Gray and his family were given a second chance. For those that didn’t know them, they were a blank slate. To his family he was simply “Missy’s” son. While he may have still been “Junior” to his uncles, aunts, and cousins; and “June Bug” to his beloved Grandma. At least he could feel their respect… so he keeps typing.
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