I was depressed, in the worst routes. I couldn’t leave the house. I basically stayed in a room the working day, strolled to the corner if I bummed$ 5 from my mom. I was 38. Pathetic.
The difficulties had started when his wedding reached the stones and he lost undertaking. Keith was unable to pay the Child Support for kids he had from a previous matrimony, fallingso far behind that the court deemed it a felony. This in turn meant that his drivers license was revoked.
Trying to save the wedding and family I had, I used what little I made to pay our bills. We owned a really reasonably nice home, the only I had ever owned.Our matrimony just couldnt be saved, and I eventually fell so far behind in support the nation charged me with a felony.
Things get even worse for Keith. After moving back in with his mothers he had started considering an old flame again, but when Keith was asleep at a pool party she went through his phone and considered a text he’dsent to a friend stating that he wasnt scheming on sticking around.
I woke up to being carried by each leg by a man, floating across the lawn.They flung me in the gravel drive and it was dead quiet. They merely started stomping me in silence. All I could do was cover my face.
Keith was left with a separated shoulder, two broken ribs and a broken clavicle. He then determined himself homeless. After sofa hopping for a while two brothers brought him back to California and sent him to see a doctor, who revealed that Keith had suffered a broken back but simply hadnt realised it.
The continued stress caused Keith to end up in a psych ward twice and he began to lose weight. He was struggling to find a job as he wasnt permitted to drive. He eventually decided to move back to St. Louis to live with some friends who were into health and fitness.
I ran in the mornings and I operated at night. I would do push-ups and merely body weight exerts at home twice a day, at least once at worst. Only a small amount of all this because I wasnt very strong. I would take a day off when I felt wore down.
[ His friends] dont feed wheat products, rye, barley. Gluten-free. I thought it was obnoxious at first, having to worry about what I eat was never a problem, I liked to cook and I feed healthy, just too much .
Keith was knocking around with friends who were into wrestling and boxing. The proprietor of the Cage Championship tournament in Jefferson City approached him and asked him to enter a fight. Keith dropped his body weight from 220 lbs to 147 lbs in order to enter the featherweight division.
I lost I was too eager to prove myself and I just was off my time.I didnt have any discipline. I had two years worth of feeling bottled up into walking into the octagon.
Keith has now detected himself a undertaking as a carpenter and is able to pay child support to his kids again. Whilst Keith has done well to turn his life around, he may still assure jail hour for his past troubles.
I still have nothing. I spent six weeks in district incarcerate this summer, I have a court date for felony support on 19 th. There is no help for someone like me, I simply cant get back on my feet. I dont have drug or alcohol problem, I merely have life problem.
I am emotionally 200 per cent better. My spirit is in a good place, its merely not the same without my kids to share it with.
Keith is now developing hard or his next fighting. Lets hope he kicks some ass .
H/ T: Daily Mail