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In 1962 when I was leaving Greece at thirteen to come to America my mother told me that I should write my father's story one day because all the fairy tales he told us when we were little were the true stories of his own life. But as you will find out in this book there was never any time to take up writing! Nine years ago I had a cardio version which left me with an almost certain frightening heart arrhythmia. I was told then, to slow down. I downsized as much as I could have. Four and one half years ago, a chiropractor disconnected by ATLAS that aged me twenty years, nearly killed me and slowed me down to a standstill almost. Because of the numerous medical appointments I had to close my gate to my farm so many times, I have lost most of my business. I started keeping a ledger of the extreme fluctuations of my blood pressure and such. I was too scared to lie down in my bed at night because I would vertigo. Any minute it would be my last I thought. I was hospitalised many times. My bag was sitting by my back door ready for the hospital. I was not scared of dying for myself. I did not want my beloved animals to have to suffer until someone found them after my demise. To distract me from my constant fear of dying between the heart arrhythmia and the disconnected ATLAS I stayed up late and I typed just half an hour at a time because my neck would hurt. When I was exhausted I would collapse in my bed with my eyes closed in order not to experience the frightening vertigo. I started typing my father's story. I concentrated on remembering 67 years worth of memories. I am now seventy one years old. I found out I like writing. With your help I will keep on writing.