my name is jake, but most people at pittsburgh trauma medical center call me ‘old man jake’. i’ve grown to love it.
a nice lady at the volunteer desk is typing this up for me because my fingers don’t cooperate with the glass screens and frankly, i don’t understand how this website works. she tells me this post will stay at the top of my account page forever so people know who I am.
i was born Jan 29, 1945.
i was drafted into the army during the vietnam war. i didn’t want to go, and i didn’t want to fight. my view on it hasn’t changed in fifty years; it was totally preventable and we shouldn’t have gone. a lot of good men died for it anyway. i am the last of my company to stick around, i will try my best to keep remembering them.
the war left me with some long lasting complications, which is why i come to pittsburgh trauma medical center so often. my family moved on without me long ago. it is just myself, and my niece sarah who lives in ohio.
the volunteer lady told me i could connect with my favorite doctors on here, i could share my stories, and keep my mind sharp. i can be forgetful at times, so writing things down helps me keep my anchors in the dirt.
if you leave a comment, i will do my best to read it when i am near my computer. please be patient with me if it takes a while to reply.
god bless you, and thank you for stopping by.
