Bio

Greetings, world, Glenn Horowitz here. Thanks for stopping by!

As related elsewhere, I’m starting this blog because I’ve run out of conventional options. If it succeeds as I hope it will, I plan to continue it with a more casual focus. I’d like nothing better than to chill out, relax, and have fun with it, but right now it’s pretty serious business for me. Blogs are cool that way; nothing’s carved in stone and they can evolve and adapt along with the person writing them. Just for the moment, though, I’ve gotta stay focused on a very pressing goal…getting mobile!

I believe it’s my responsibility to provide all the details I can about my situation, so I’ll begin with my background and some of my history:

I grew up in New York City, graduating from Stuyvesant High School in 1979. I’m glad I had the opportunity to attend the school, it’s one of three NYC public high schools with an academic emphasis on science and mathematics…but as I later found, there was a lot more to Stuyvesant than just that.. I always thought it was a pretty typical high school until I got out in the world and saw the results of standardized public education that’s inflicted on so many other people. After meeting scores of other folks with education levels from high school grads to PhDs who had never learned the basics of creative thinking and couldn’t express ideas outside the range of safe, controlled mainstream thought, I thanked my lucky stars that the majority of teachers in my life had consistently encouraged me to think creatively, question any concept, and be able to frame my ideas clearly and accurately, whereas the average young person is taught conformity, sticking to only safe, approved subjects and regurgitation of facts fed to them rather than real learning, I found. That’s an injustice, and led me to research the history of public education in the US in later years, a subject that intrigues and infuriates me still.

Incidentally, I still get a kick out of the fact that the film Hackers was based on Stuyvesant…though I don’t recall the young ladies in attendance resembling Angelina Jolie around the campus when I was there!

After graduation, I attended Boston University for a couple of years, and it was my exposure to the academic life that convinced me that I just didn’t fit in with most academic disciplines and had no desire to make a career out of any of them. I left college then and began working to achieve a long term dream of mine: being a professional pilot.

I’ve been a lover of aviation since I was a small child and becoming a professional aviator had always been somewhere in the back of my mind, always relegated to the category of fantasy. Not any more. Through a series of happy coincidences I was able to earn my private pilot certificate during the summer of my seventeenth year, so by the time I left university I already had a good start. The next few years were spent working full time to earn the ratings and certificates I needed to begin my aviation career, and in the spring of 1986 I took my first professional job as a certificated flight instructor, starting work the same week that I was hired.

I really enjoyed being a flight instructor and it felt like I’d really found a niche with it. Unfortunately it’s a very low paying occupation, as most civilian instructors find, and it wasn’t long before I was starting to set my sights on a more challenging step up in my work. Through daily contact with every sort of aviator in the field , by the end of the year I was transitioning to my first position as a Part 135 charter pilot.

This was great fun! Though I enjoyed the occasional passenger charters, I discovered a whole new world in air taxi freight carrying, the ‘gateway drug’ that pulled me in and kept me in the ‘freight dog’ business for a lot of years. The experience is nearly unimaginable for non-pilots, or even pilots only accustomed to the more rigid environment of the military, flag airlines and passenger-only charter aviation. It’s a lot more wild and wooly in the freighter pilot’s world…I still describe it as “Pony Express with wings” when trying to explain the business; we flew older airplanes, most of which had seen better days, through all kinds of weather and mainly in the middle of the night. Like the old Pony Express we were always faced with the pressure of meeting strict cutoff times and deadlines, even though blizzards, thunderstorms and fog were often hazards we had to deal with regularly. I’ll never forget the night in 1989 when I was pulled off my cargo route to transport a doctor to Charleston, South Carolina so he could evacuate his family from Hurricane Hugo, which made landfall in Charleston Harbor just as we were arriving. Flying a light twin engine Beechcraft Baron that had been built in 1968 that night was quite the adventure, to put it mildly.

My next position also came about through acquaintance with people in the field and this time put me in the right seat of the Mitsubishi MU-2, an airplane all of us had heard unpleasant stories about during our sheltered days as flight instructors. The MU-2 was regarded as a monster, difficult to fly with its unconventional aerodynamic layout, and deserving of its fearsome reputation among pilots due to its questionable honor of having the highest fatal accident rate in its class. Happily, it turned out to be a fine airplane, and while unconventional, is one of the most honest airplanes I’ve flown. I couldn’t have chosen a better way to learn the airplane: the MU-2 is technically a single pilot aircraft, but the courier work we did for the military allowed me to log the hours I spent in the right seat as second in command, since the military required a second pilot for these operations. I learned a lot in the several months I spent as a copilot, apprenticing under experienced pilots who knew the airplane like few others. Before long I was cleared as an aircraft commander myself, and moved to northern Kentucky to serve our client, the Defense Courier Service, in their operations from Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. It was an interesting couple of years, not least because we found ourselves flying in and out of every sort of military installation during the 1991 Desert Storm war. Security was at heightened levels everywhere, and I had the dubious pleasure one day of staring down the barrels of several M-16 rifles wielded by nervous young soldiers who hadn’t been briefed on our arrival thanks to a miscommunication!

All good things come to an end, and the company lost its military contracts in 1992, leaving me out of work. It was a grim time…the aviation industry was stagnant and finding a new job was difficult. At one point I was even told by a pilot working for an outfit I was applying to that I’d never get hired, since I’d been out of the cockpit for so long. I’m fairly stubborn and dug in harder, and in 1993 finally found employment with another Part 135 operator specializing in using MU-2s and Learjets to carry high value, time critical bank documents and cancelled checks.

This began the longest…and the last…position I held in my career. I began as a ‘floater’ pilot with no fixed home base, but an opening presented itself when the Nashville pilot moved on to greener pastures. I jumped at the chance, settled in Nashville and spent the next thirteen years flying my now-loved MU-2 on the Nashville-Atlanta run. These were good years for the most part, and the Mitsubishi became as comfortable to me as a worn pair of slippers as my ‘office.’ We flew through all the weather Nature could throw at us, and I even added another hurricane to my resume in 1995 when Hurricane Opal drove its way up the country. It arrived in Atlanta while we were coming in on our first trip of the night, and again made quite an impression on me…the sight of power transformers all over the city exploding link purple fireworks is something I’ll never forget.

Life went on away from the airport as well. During these years I got married, became a homeowner, got divorced, and finally felt the stirrings of the urge to move on in my career. Not only had it gotten far too comfortable, my interest in politics and economics were leading me to reconsider the moral hazard of working for the Federal Reserve as my company’s primary client. I was just starting to get serious about a new job search in 2005, with the fractional passenger carriers like NetJets being the most appealing to me. For once the idea of wearing a tie wasn’t so awful…the hours, equipment and pay were a lot better, and I wouldn’t have to feel like a hypocrite for enabling a truly evil enterprise like the Federal Reserve.

All was well with the world for me. I was confident in my abilities as a journeyman pilot, I liked my Nashville home, and was even toying with the idea of buying a small sailboat to ply the waters of the large Percy Priest Lake near my home. Then fate announced it had other plans for me.

In 2006, at 45 years of age I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. I went from having a mild limp in 2005 to being thrown abruptly out of work in early 2006 when the limp couldn’t be ignored any more and my flight surgeon insisted I have it checked out before he’d even think of renewing my medical certificate that no pilot may legally fly without.

I was diagnosed incorrectly at first with the milder flavor of MS referred to as ‘relapsing/remitting’ that usually isn’t as fast or severe as the ‘primary progressive’ form of the disease that I have. The neurologist who made the diagnosis turned out to be a not very nice individual prone to doing not very nice things, among which included his delaying my return to work as best he could…but that’s a whole ‘nother story.

MS really bit me hard that year and by its end it was clear that I wasn’t going to return to flying…or to any normal job…again. I applied for permanent disability income at that point and spent the better part of the next year and change running the Social Security gauntlet. Finally in late spring of 2008 I was approved for disability status. Good thing, too, I was about two weeks from losing my home, my 401(k) retirement fund was gone, and my walking had gotten bad enough to need a four wheeled walker to get around. It was a creepy time…I had nowhere to go had the house been lost. I had a nice car, but I was rapidly losing the ability to drive it safely with its manual transmission, and you really can’t trade a car in for a home!

Fast forward to September 2010. My life had settled down a bit, I’d sold my car and gotten a nice new Honda Element with the proceeds from the sale and a chunk of my disability retro money. Being reliant on the walker wasn’t so bad, since I’d been fortunate in contacting the local Civitan Club and they’d already custom built 3 ramps in the house so I could get everywhere I needed to from my bedroom all the way through my bi level living room, my back porch, and from there to my driveway. Wonderful folks, they only asked me to cover the cost of needed materials.

My mom was planning to move here to Nashville from Washington, DC…a win-win thing, I love my mom a lot and had wanted to get her out of the District of Criminals for years, and for my part I needed a reliable housemate to make sure all the bills were covered…disability income ain’t a fortune. The MS hadn’t been idle, I was reduced to a slow hobble with my walker but my neurologist had already jumped through all the Medicare hoops to qualify me for a power wheelchair. It was approved, ordered, and enroute. So, lookin’ pretty spiffy here, right? It was until my bad leg gave out from under me and dumped me on my living room floor, spraining that leg’s foot, ankle, and knee.

I heard a pop as I went down and knew that a Very Bad Thing had just happened. I realized I had to be in shock, so I hoisted myself into the walker (only took a half hour or so) while I could still put weight on the foot, got to my desk, and spent the next three days there. I carefully transferred from my desk chair to the higher part of the living room floor to sleep, but couldn’t put weight on my left side after the first hour or so. It wasn’t the most fun situation, while stuck there for three days I couldn’t get to the kitchen or my bedroom, couldn’t even get to the couch to lie down. I couldn’t get to the bathroom. Not fun.

When I got the wheelchair, it opened up a lot of things I could do whose disappearance had been so subtle, so incremental, that I’d hardly noticed I’d lost them. I hadn’t even been outside in ages, but now was able to go anywhere within a couple-few miles of the house so long as it was within the chair’s battery range. I was thrilled to have more energy than I’d had for a long while…MS causes some truly nasty fatigue and I’d been blowing what strength I did have just schlepping from room to room. I signed up for physical therapy to try and recover what little walking ability I had prior to the fall and had therapists visiting every two or three days. Unfortunately I’ve just never come back from that fall, the sprains healed but I found I could no longer even hobble…since then I’ve barely been able to simply stand upright. It didn’t help that I fell again in May while in the john. Thankfully I didn’t crack my skull on the tile when I went down, but it took me an hour and a half just to maneuver my way back into my chair, and since then I’ve had to use a bedside commode, only going in the bathroom to shave and clean up.

That leads us to today. I still can’t even hobble with the walker and haven’t touched it in almost a year, which shoots my plan to get a wheelchair lift for the Honda; my plan was to secure the chair and make my way to and from it when I got wherever I was going, but since even standing reliably is now beyond my ability, that ten feet might as well be a light year. I still have to get to the doctor’s office every two months to renew the prescriptions for the medicines I need to get by. Among these are pain meds…I’ve tried going without them, but being in constant moderate pain is like having a fly buzzing loudly in your ear. You can’t think straight, you can’t focus, you can’t get anything done. You sit there like a lump and all you can think about, all you can feel is that pain.

I started looking into handicapped access vehicles, and my Element turns out to be one of the best candidates in terms of usefulness as well as safety for modification! Just one teeny problem…the mod is very involved and involves surgery on its frame so it has to be done by a professional outfit, high school metal shop volunteers can’t do it. The cost is about $26,000 from Freedom Motors. Remember, half the battle’s done, the Element is already mine and in my garage!

That’s a pretty daunting figure. I’ve spent a lot of time calling around to every charitable resource I could dig up, but not a one is able or willing to help me. I’d finance it myself, but as I’ve mentioned elsewhere even my modest mortgage eats 85% of my disability income so there’s no way I can afford it even if I were to qualify for a loan, not for a lot of years until my home’s paid off. I barely make ends meet now…that’s part of the reason my mom’s living here…I couldn’t even keep the electricity on without a housemate’s financial help. The other reason was to get her out of Washington, DC, a thing I’ve wanted to see for years. The District of Criminals is not a very happy place to live, and for my mom, who’d been out of work for some time and is partially disabled by the work-related fractured foot that never healed properly and causes her a lot of pain, it was becoming a nightmare. Parents will drive you nuts, as most will agree, but I love my mom and we have a good relationship. In addition, I think that as things in the US get worse, Mordor on the Potomac will become downright awful, and an even more dangerous place to live than it already is, so I’m happy to know she’s out of there.

Since going anywhere outside of wheelchair range puts me at risk of severe or fatal injury from falling, I can’t go anywhere else a healthy person might go. I haven’t been out to a restaurant in years. I cant enjoy an outing to a park, or the hobbies I used to do. I can’t even get new prescription sunglasses to replace the pair I’ve had since 1993. Those errands just aren’t worth the risk.

God only knows what shape I’ll be in in several years, since multiple sclerosis is an incurable, progressive disease, but I still must see the doctor every two months, and the potentially fatal hazard of falling will be present with every transfer to and from the Honda. My mom is the only person in my life willing to push me around in the manual wheelchair once I reach the destination so apart from the very real possibility that she’ll hurt herself doing it, I’m looking at the possibility of falling hundreds of times in the future, a rather dismal prospect.

I’ve essentially become a prisoner of my home and neighborhood because of this disease. I confess that sometimes it’s almost overwhelming, watching the days tick away while my life swirls down the drain. Honestly, it’s like opening a vein and watching yourself bleed to death, drop by drop.

The effects of this foul MS have been so stealthy and incremental that they truly did sneak up on me, but it’s undeniable: at this point I may exist, but it is not living.

I do hate to ask for help, but this blog seemed like the best way to accomplish my goal. If enough traffic comes this way, if even a small percentage make a donation, it will succeed. Asking for $26,000 is an awful lot from any one person or organization, but thanks to the internet, I can reach millions of people, and those $1, $5, $10 or (hopefully) even larger sums can pile up quickly. I believe the internet is one of the most useful things in the world for reaching out to people…and I have a great deal of faith in people. Your donation of any amount can remove the Sword of Damocles this stupid affliction has put over my head, and let me have a lot of my life back that it’s taken away from me.

Please take a moment to donate. This is no joke…you could be saving my life.

Thank you all so much!

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  1. Hiya Glenn,

    We met perhaps a year ago over the internet and since then I’ve always enjoyed the few times we’ve talked on-line.

    You’ve done a good job with this blog, I really hope it works out for you.

    I’m a cheap man, but like many people, I sometimes give a little bit for charity. I think that’s a good thing, but why not rather give to someone, knowing what it will be used for, and knowing he’s a nice guy?

    Best of luck,

    Joris

    • Glenn Horowitz

      You’re the man, Jorri, thanks so much!

      Don’t be fooled by the nice guy facade, kids, Jorri just wants me to get this business finished so I can get back to playing that great WW I combat flying sim Rise of Flight and he can shoot at me more!

      Nah…he’s a seriously nice fella (though a damn good shot…grrr…lol!) and someone I’d trust with my back any day. Just a few thousand more folks like him and I can change the blog’s name to something like ‘Glenn’s Excellent Mobile Adventures’ or the like ūüėČ

  2. Hey Glenn,

    Put a link-up for your blog on New Wings. Hope we can help to get the word out and generate some traffic for you.

    For others that read this –

    Glenn is a humble guy and I am proud to consider him a friend. Glenn was a great help in getting together a training program for Rise of Flight, a tough but realistic flight simulator. It is this spirit of helping without expectation that sets Glenn apart from most people… he did it because he saw someone needed help.

    I thank the stars that I don’t have to deal with a debilitating disease. The fact that Glenn has managed to maintain a positive attitude continues to amaze me. Glenn has a strength of character that I have to admire and I hope others can find inspiration through him, as well as the perspective we sometimes lose in our daily grind.

    Good Luck Glenn, if I can help in any way let me know.

    Alan

  3. You’re too kind, Alan, thanks for linking me! Hmm, I maybe oughtta do a ROF entry, link to them and you guys. Might have to create a new links category for assorted fun things…got any suggestions or opinion?

    Thanks!

    Glenn

  4. You should look in to BitCoin and consider accepting donations in Bitcoins rather than just paypal. Much cheaper/easier to send small amounts of money, you’ll get some attention just for accepting bitcoins and while never certain, it is not unlikely any holdings you have in BCs will skyrocket in value over the next months and years.

  5. I’ve heard of BitCoin before but have no experience with it. Looks like it’s time to do some research on the subject. It’s always fun being an early adopter for something new, and as you say, just the possibility of increasing the blog’s traffic makes a bit of effort worthwhile. Thanks!

  6. Glenn, I am so glad you added more of your story. Your sharing in this way is raw and gripping, and the way you write about your life–and the way you used to live it–evokes many strong emotions in me. In all of the loss, turmoil, pain, anger, frustration and fear, your hope and faith comes shining through in such a way that you have touched my life forever. That’s an amazing thing to possess after all you’ve experienced. We will never fully understand what you’re going through, but the very beautiful thing is, you make us want to. I share your mission with you and will spread the word as best I can, as well as fund your mission as often as possible. You’re an inspiration, and with that beautiful mind, I am deeply honored to know you.

  7. Glenn… My girlfriend works for a mobility van dealer here in the Austin, TX area (http://www.austinmobility.com). Please feel free to send me a message! Last year through a gracious donor they gave away an accessible van to a family. I’ll share your story with my girl friend and her father (the owner) and see if/what they can do to help, but please send me a message!

    I hope you get this!!! ūüôā

  8. Glenn, currently working on steps for a documentary on MS. Would like to consider you as a subject. If you’re interested, email me and I’ll give more details.

  9. Hi, Glenn: I read your article on Andrew Wordes after reading about him on a Whiskey and Gunpowder newsletter and a subsequent google search. Great article. Horrible story. I remember the Donald Scott case as I was working in Malibu at the time (still am). Then I read your short bio (intrigued by the pilot/ms references) after the article and went to your website. Read your bio and some of your posts. My husband is a helicopter pilot and one of my sons flies remote control gliders, both of my sons love to airsoft and one of them is really into the gun technology; out of the blue this same son asked me “what is ms?” this morning as I was driving him to school this morning – I didn’t have time to ask him “why?” but will later. The universe is obviously speaking. I sent a small donation by paypal. I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog and its links. Thank you for your writing and your “never give up” attitude. I’m going to tell my kids (11 and 12) to take a look at your website as well. Hoping you are mobile very soon!

    • Thanks, Carrie!

      Great stuff, where to start?!?

      I was feeling a bit down yesterday, so your help and comment were pretty timely and gave me a nice morale boost.

      Your boys are into some good activities there, certainly. Airsoft is a good training sport for learning the basics of firearms safety and operation, and as I wrote, is a big help for keeping me current with them. I do miss being able to practice with the ‘real steel,’ of course, and being able to do that again once I’m sprung from my captivity here is one of the many reasons I’m so eager to get out. Shooting, whether airsoft or using actual firearms is therapeutic for both body and mind; between honing your hand/eye coordination, exercising your focusing skills, and of course being a constant reminder of your own sovereignty as an individual are all positives.

      R/C flying is also a great sport, sadly out of vogue these days, and it’s good to hear your son’s involved with it. I agree with the old catchphrase “building model airplanes builds model boys” in that it affirms that the skills involved can’t be acquired through the press of a button, an unfortunate lesson that so many activities these days teach. Even with modern highly prefabricated aircraft, there’s no getting around the patience and discipline required to successfully fly them, which is likely why so few kids today bother when there are other things to do that promise instant gratification with a low opportunity cost.

      While I began early with aeromodelling, my first successes with radio control came from gliders, too. In my case, in the late 1970s I built a balsa Gentle Lady sailplane from the Carl Goldberg kit and taught myself to fly it in New York City’s Central Park, an activity today that’d probably get you SWAT teamed as a terrorist…sic transit gloria mundi, eh?

      Glad you’re enjoying my work, and if you or any of your family has any questions, please do let me know. Your thoughtful donation is greatly appreciated, and puts me that much closer to regaining my freedom. I look forward to seeing you around…thank you!

  10. Hi Glenn,

    I just read your piece on Andrew Wordes, great work!

    Would like to talk to you through emails, will explain then.

    I bookmarked your site, will be reading the rest of your work.

    Sincerely,
    Dennis,

    • Hi, Dennis-

      Thank you for commenting! I’m pleased that you enjoyed the ADH article and hope you like my other essays when you get to them.

      I’ll get an email to you this evening, you certainly have me interested in hearing more.

      Take care, talk with you soon.

      Glenn

  11. Glenda Raymond

    Hello Glenn,

    I will try to come back after April 15 and leave a donation to help… in the meantime, if you have not seen this video or heard of the Paleo diet plan… check this out… it may solve your health problems…
    http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8901290975296745403

    Hope it helps.
    Glenda Raymond

    • Thanks, Glenda!

      Anything you can do will help, of course. Most people won’t lift a finger to help, even to write a short comment, so you’re already ahead of the game by a ways!I’m glad you dropped by, and if you enjoyed your visit, please make it a regular stop!

      Glenn

  12. Hello Glenn,
    I don’t know you but I will share some money with you. I saw a tweet from Thomas Woods and he said your a good guy. In my state we are making efforts to restore the intended constitutional government. I think you will enjoy reading the Montana Constitutional Pledge. Here’s a link: http://edberry.com/SiteDocs/PDF/Constitution/Montana-Pledge.pdf

    I hope mercy and goodness follow you everywhere.

    Larry

    • Thank you, Larry!

      I never dreamed we’d see the resurgence of liberty as we have recently, and wouldn’t you know, it happens as I become disabled and housebound! I’m grateful to people like Tom Woods and the others who’ve really gotten behind this venture lately to make sure it happens so I can get out and do my bit in the community to promote liberty and help more people wake from the doze they’ve been in that allowed the goons who’ve usurped so many of our liberties to have their way.

      That’s quite an impressive and comprehensive document there! I can’t say I’m that surprised; Montanans have been some of the most staunch supporters of liberty I’ve met.

      Good fortune to you in your endeavors and my thanks for your help in releasing me from confinement here!

      Glenn

  13. Please post or send an address to send a contribution.

  14. Patricia Limbaugh

    >>>I highly recommend that you read the information on this site. Pay special attention to “Ted”, who posts valuable information:

    http://www.earthclinic.com/CURES/MS.html

    I firmly believe that everything we need for healing was put here on this earth. And I have seen results for things that are “unhealable”. And, it most often is very, very simple things that will work wonders. When there is a problem, there are usually nutritional deficiencies, and a need for detox and other cleaning out of your body; possibly candida, parasites, heavy metals (which are very easy to detox), etc.

    Also, state of mind is a great factor. Don’t let anyone tell you that you can’t get better. Determination is important.

    Here are additional links to natural healing for multiple sclerosis:

    http://www.google.com/search?q=multiple+sclerosis+healed+by+nutrition&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a&channel=fflb

    To your health!

    • I appreciate that, Patricia, there’s a couple of problems though.

      First, I don’t control my shopping, since I’m a captive here until my vehicle can be boarded by and carry my power wheelchair, I’m dependent on the nice lady sent by the local aging and disability council for my needs, and she means well but would be lost if I asked her to go somewhere other than Kroger. Even then, getting her to specifically get stuff with no high fructose corn syrup was a task.

      Second, my physical condition has not been exaggerated. Even if a complete dietary change would fix me, it would take time. Right now in all honesty trying to combat my MS with diet and holistic methods would be like attacking Godzilla armed only with a flyswatter.

      I agree that state of mind is important. If I had a lousy attitude I wouldn’t have come this far. Still, the loss of three years of my life and the ongoing hazard of a fatal fall while transferring to my Honda to make a mandatory physician appointment cannot be ignored, ‘powered through,’ or willed away. If this project was one iota less important than an essential to remove the hazard and restore my life, I wouldn’t be fundraising. I HATE having to be a mendicant, but for now it’s unavoidable.

      Take care!

      Glenn

  15. Paul Roadpouch

    Greetings Glenn,

    Best wishes to you, sir! I learned of your “Get Glenn Mobile” drive from Adam Kokesh of Adam vs. The Man podcast. I truly would like to hear that you made it to Tampa next month. I will do my part and send a donation.

    I don’t know much about multiple sclerosis. But I know about chronic pain. It is debilitating. I suffer from daily back pain due to degenerative disks that herniate, and constant spasms. I’m 39 years of age and have had to walk with one, and sometimes two, canes for a week at a time, three times in the past four years. The last two times my back went out I couldn’t walk for the first couple of days.

    Not what you’re going through, I know, but I can only imagine. I stopped taking all pain meds and muscle relaxers and such. They are very addictive and the side effects are just not worth it to me. I’ve change my diet as well as my daily activities, and that has helped tremendously. But still have daily pain just not as severe. I can only wish that the state I live in, Ohio, will legalize marijuana for medical use, if not totally. I’m unaware if Tennessee has gone that route yet or not. If so, I’m sure you would benefit from it. After all, GOD gave it to us for a REASON!

    God Bless

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