About me

civilian life and have been blessed with 4 beautiful children and 12 wonderful grandchildren. I have tried to lead a quiet existence until now. In December of 2018 I had a heart attack which past and current physicians concur that it should have been fatal. While being thankful at the time, I thought to myself that God left me here because he wasn’t done with me, here. I continued to look for signs of what he was calling for me to do. On September 25th, 2021 I had a stroke. On October 5th I was admitted to the Michael E DeBakey Veterans Medical Center, in Houston, Texas. As I attempted to recover from my second life threatening and life changing event, the way I was treated was below humane, not like a veteran and definitely not like a hero. While in the hospital my mom and my longest friend reached out to me, the calls within minutes of each other, from the conversations I realized why I was still here. I was meant to use my passion and talents to fight for myself and my fellow veterans. I realized that there are so many veterans are who not able to fight for themselves or are afraid to fight to get what they so deserve.  Please understand this is not a revenge campaign against the hospital, but an eye opener about how so-called heroes are really treated every day. What I am talking about things like seeing homeless veterans on the street or speaking to fellow veterans who don’t have the necessary resources to properly file a claim. I know Vietnam veterans today that don’t know what help they are entitled to. There are so many issues that need to be addressed, and that's why I am here.  

I am lucky enough to call my mom a Navy veteran, an air traffic controller, my dad a Vietnam veteran, Marine machine gunner, also I am a proud dad of two daughters, Army veterans.