Carpe Serpentis
Hybrid Snake Lover
A little bit about me.... I'm a veteran. I love my earth. I love my children. I'm on of a few to earn the coveted or not so coveted Dead Mans Hand Coin from the AFIP. I earned one of these after I volunteered to assist with countless autopsies on my fellow soldiers. I've compiled a few pictures to show what I find important in my life for those that are interested in trying to get to know me. I've obviously selected a few military pictures as that is a large part of who I am. The one of me in Brussels, I am standing beside Mr. Ahmad, a cancer patient that refused to have anyone other than me draw his blood. A good friend and he will always be missed. The young fellow in his dress greens to the far right... is my son youngest son. The picture of the orange family, thats a picture of us adopting a road. I try to instill a sense of wonder, pride, and love of life in my my children. I try to keep my children out of harms way, another reason I tried to talk my youngest son from going into the military. In short, I am much like many of you.
I fell in love with corn snakes back when the towers fell and my daughter was being born. I was extremely lucky as she was a premie, 1lb 10oz's and Shands Hospital was one of the best hospitals for premies.... very lucky to be so close... luck... that was it. Lucky that these charming snakes could take my mind off of my worries when I was denied visits. Happenstance and nothing more... So, I visited a snake shop that had many corns and of course the only snakes I was interested in were the hybrids of some of the corns. This reptile shop in Gainesville, Florida that was my reprieve for the hours drive it took me to get to my daughter... when things were not so good or sure. Years have passed and I am now free of the constraints of the military and I am again looking into those snakes I fell in love with so many years ago. Those memories from not so long ago... they spark feeling and emotion for me and I'd be remiss if I did not share this little bit about me with those of you who care to listen. There is something in taking care of someone else or something else that is deeply healing and satisfying. Something so simple as the act of watching a snake be a snake or a child being a child. The act of caring for another entity is a healing. Walking and talking and being as incoherent as I am at times I can only hope to enjoy a few pictures here, share some memories, and perhaps share a moment or two of happiness.:sidestep::madeuce::blowup:
I fell in love with corn snakes back when the towers fell and my daughter was being born. I was extremely lucky as she was a premie, 1lb 10oz's and Shands Hospital was one of the best hospitals for premies.... very lucky to be so close... luck... that was it. Lucky that these charming snakes could take my mind off of my worries when I was denied visits. Happenstance and nothing more... So, I visited a snake shop that had many corns and of course the only snakes I was interested in were the hybrids of some of the corns. This reptile shop in Gainesville, Florida that was my reprieve for the hours drive it took me to get to my daughter... when things were not so good or sure. Years have passed and I am now free of the constraints of the military and I am again looking into those snakes I fell in love with so many years ago. Those memories from not so long ago... they spark feeling and emotion for me and I'd be remiss if I did not share this little bit about me with those of you who care to listen. There is something in taking care of someone else or something else that is deeply healing and satisfying. Something so simple as the act of watching a snake be a snake or a child being a child. The act of caring for another entity is a healing. Walking and talking and being as incoherent as I am at times I can only hope to enjoy a few pictures here, share some memories, and perhaps share a moment or two of happiness.:sidestep::madeuce::blowup:
