Delaware Liberal

I think most of you know a little about my history and the early Donviti days. If you don’t well, here is a little back story.

I was 19 when I found out, actually 18, I was 18 when I found out my girlfriend was pregnant. 19 when my first daughter was born. I was barely a high school graduate and the only thing left for me to do I felt was join the military and provide a better life than the one I was on the path to currently.

I joined the Navy somewhat knowing how hard things were going to be, but if I did my time (4 years) then after that I could finish up college and avoid ever having to live on skid row again. 4 years is nothing but a blink of an eye when you expect to live to 90. 4 years of hell to make your childs’ life better is worth it. But, of course in typical donviti style, 1 child wasn’t enough, I had to go ahead and have 3. Making it three times as hard on myself.

The military provided me a roof for my kids and about $18,000 for college aka the Montgomery GI Bill. On my military salary I qualified for Food Stamps and WIC. A disgusting truth that still applies now to the men and women that serve. I used to be embarrassed that I qualified for those things, then at one point I said to hell with it. Why should I be embarrassed? My government should be. They aren’t though. Just look at Walter Reed Hospital as proof of the caring for the men and women that serve.