My story begins on December 16, 1968, a Monday at 3:02 am, when I was born prematurely, weighing only 3lbs 7oz to my mother Diana Sabala and Frank Sabal, her husband, and my father.
Since I was early and underweight, I had to be placed in the ICU for a while before becoming strong enough to go home to house 13 Buffington In Pennsylvania. I finally arrived home on January 3rd, 1969.
I was a blonde with blue eyes in those first years, and I imagine life was good my memory doesn't;t go back that far. I remember playing with solid metal Tonka Trucks and my Father feeding me and our dog wimpy food on Christmas.
It must have been 1971, as my next memory is my cousin, a massive beast of a man, 6'6" and over 330lbs, sneaking me into my Father's hospital room in Allegheny General Hospital.
I was under a cart covered in a sheet but got to see him before he passed away from lung cancer.
At that time, I had no idea what was happening, just that Daddy wasn't coming home.
I never realized it, but that was the start of my descent into the depths of hell!
The Life of John
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