Let us begin at the beginning...

My very early childhood was spent in a trailer out in the middle of nowhere, to a poor teenage mother and father out of wedlock. It wasn't a smart choice but my grandma and their grandmas are still alive and available for advice and history questions, so that's pretty cool. My mom was so young and small I had my motor function in my legs cut off due to poor development owing to a lack of oxygen in the brain. It was an amazing struggle, especially considering I was such a small baby that I kept wriggling out of my restraints and ripping the artificial trachea that kept me breathing before I got a graft onto my throat that made everyone regret praying to hear me speak again. I was always very gifted and smart in school, but don't let anyone tell you it's genetic. I was cared for and spoken to constantly, watched a lot of infotainment on PBS and Nick Jr., and the lack of physical hobbies meant that learning was what I was full sending on so my parents encouraged the hell out of that. Otherwise I was a normally tempered kid that was a little quirky due to undiagnosed autism and having siblings that drove me up the wall. My dad busted his ass winning bread and Mom did her best to be a functioning domestic caretaker and did an amazing job considering the circumstances.

Things Pick Up a Bit

Then things moved pretty fast. In the late oughts and early tens we spent a few years(?) at a grandpa-we-called-uncle's house where we were introduced to the internet due to a shitty Windows computer that we used to play flash games and network television website games. I remember one where you drew an animal and its food to traverse a world full of kids games and you could download other people's stuff, or maybe it was presets, don't remember. I played pretend sci-fi astronaut with my Grandma Trish along with Battleship. Uncle Dave always had peanuts, and I'm fond of them to this day. Things weren't always so peachy keen. For example, my brother Jason ripped me off the couch playing Pirates and sprained my ankle, robbing me of further mobility. Sometimes, all of my siblings and a cousin would steal my DS and play it without my permission, but they shut up once they got my hand-me-downs.

The Part With The Dark Stuff

But things got real when I was eight. My Great-Grandpa, retired Master Chief, soldier and medic and great man with poor eyesight and a heart of gold, died in a car accident with an 18-wheeler just outside of his house. I had seen dead dogs before but this was a whole new level of mortality reckoning. Someone I loved who loved me more than just about anything was gone, never coming back and even though he was in a better place, that place was not his rocking chair with me in his lap and it hurt for a while and almost killed my dog with grief. I eventually grew past it and strived to become a better man who he'd be proud of and I think I'm doing good so far.

Where I Am Now

I've gone further than any other Turk has gone before. I was STAR student for my 31 ACT score in high school, achieved lots in NJROTC, and, proudest of all of these, didn't have to go to rehab or become a father young. Now I'm a big boy in college, and I've learned a lot about making webpages! Everything else you see on this website is something impressive I've learned since writing that last paragraph 2 or 3 months ago. In that time, I've enrolled in another class, learned to clean up after myself, made many delicious vegan meals, and now am the president of DREAM @ MSState , an organization that advocates for disabled people in every way possible, though the project is yet to get off the ground. Since graduating high school in 2022, I've gotten great grades, learned a lot, and have even fallen out and in love again, and am now in a loving relationship with someone amazing. The best part is, I still have so much time left to improve.