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#9 Part Two, Why I joined the Navy

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I was overjoyed! I’d just found out that Judy was pregnant and was so happy!

She was mad, disgusted and didn’t want the baby. She was wanting to get rid of it. I was shocked and wouldn’t have any part of this.

I told my parents and they decided that we needed to go to El Paso to see her in person. I agreed so we went down that same weekend.

To say she was happy to see me wasn’t the case. Like I said she was angry, VERY angry. I couldn’t blame her but it was both of our faults. We were careless and now we had a decision to make. We could move on with our lives or end a life.

She said she hated me. She said ugly things. I took it all. I was crying she was crying. I was naive to the fact of why…

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#9 Part Two, Why I joined the Navy

I was overjoyed! I’d just found out that Judy was pregnant and was so happy!

She was mad, disgusted and didn’t want the baby. She was wanting to get rid of it. I was shocked and wouldn’t have any part of this.

I told my parents and they decided that we needed to go to El Paso to see her in person. I agreed so we went down that same weekend.

To say she was happy to see me wasn’t the case. Like I said she was angry, VERY angry. I couldn’t blame her but it was both of our faults. We were careless and now we had a decision to make. We could move on with our lives or end a life.

She said she hated me. She said ugly things. I took it all. I was crying she was crying. I was naive to the fact of why she didn’t want to have this child. Why she didn’t want to be with me.

Seeing it now it was because we we young. We’d only been going out for six months and in that it was a long distance relationship from the very start. I should have known it wasn’t going to work out and left it at that.

But now that wasn’t an option since a life was on the line. I told her what I wanted to do with my life and told her I was joining the Navy. There I could provide for the baby and her IF she wanted to get married. More ugly things were said by her and again I took it all. I again told her we could be married have a life and provide a stable environment for our new family if she wanted that OR I would go on my way and provide for just the baby.

So she decided and we did get married. I joined the Navy. I went to San Diego for Boot on May 10th, 1987. On June 28th Veronica Diane Tessler was born!! I was so happy! I graduated a week later and reported to Damage Control A school and graduated second in my class. I attacked my school work for my family. I was going to prove to Judy that I was dedicated to our new family and that I would be a good father.

Even though my marriage to Judy didn’t work out it happened for a reason. She couldn’t handle the military and I have now accepted that. She wasn’t met to be away from her family. God had other plans.

I have two wonderful daughters and would never give up the years I had. I wouldn’t change a thing. I learned a lot from being married and have many many life lessons from that first marriage.

All I can say is BE SMART!! I was not. We were not. We were kids and didn’t see that. God has a way of showing and forcing people to grow up. That is what God showed me in my first marriage.

How has God forced you to grow up?SteveVeronicaSteph1996

#8 Why I joined the Navy

For those that missed it earlier this week. After seeing the response I’m going to explain more of this next week.

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I worked for a company in Albuquerque named Rainbow Air. Rainbow Air was a company that sold air purification systems. Air purification system that doubled as a what come people would call a vacuum. The “Rainbow”.

I had to go to peoples homes demonstrate this equipment basically cleaner house and try to sell them $1000 vacuum. This was right after high school around 1985 so a thousand dollars for a vacuum back then was a lot of money.

This kind of job was new to me because I’ve never sold anything before. But it was fun because they taught me a huge demonstration and I really liked it. I would stand up in peoples homes be all nice and quiet and then just go nuts!

The owner of the company was skeptical of hiring me at first, but as soon as he saw me do the demonstration he knew I…

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#7 My love for Fire Trucks!

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As long as I can remember I’ve loved fire trucks from the time I could run outside my house to my chain-link fence and watch some pass my house I was hooked. We lived on a major street and the firehouse was right around the corner.

As a child I could hear a siren from very far away. I could hear firetrucks leave the fire station and know within minutes if they were turning left to come up our street. Then I would sprint out of our house as fast as I could to watch them pass by. 

As I got a little older I can usually tell anybody what type of firetruck was going to pass by our house. I can remember our family having company and I would hear a fire truck and storm through the living room while everybody was watching and all my parents would say…

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#7 My love for Fire Trucks!

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As long as I can remember I’ve loved fire trucks from the time I could run outside my house to my chain-link fence and watch some pass my house I was hooked. We lived on a major street and the firehouse was right around the corner.

As a child I could hear a siren from very far away. I could hear firetrucks leave the fire station and know within minutes if they were turning left to come up our street. Then I would sprint out of our house as fast as I could to watch them pass by. 

As I got a little older I can usually tell anybody what type of firetruck was going to pass by our house. I can remember our family having company and I would hear a fire truck and storm through the living room while everybody was watching and all my parents would say is there’s a fire truck on the way and sure enough within a couple seconds they would hear what was coming and know that I was right.

From that time on my goal was to be a become a firefighter. I just didn’t know how to do it. To this day I’m still mesmerized and love fire trucks. At a young age when we were playing inside the house and if I heard a firetruck I’d run outside to see it.

When we were outside I would turn and look in the direction it was coming from usually tell where they were. Even my friend would comment that someday he’s got to be a firefighter and my dream came true the day I joined the Navy.

My parents would always take me to see a fire truck. The state fair would always come to Albuquerque in September and there is usually a huge display of our trucks there.

When I was young I would always be on the lookout for a TV show with firetrucks in it and they were few and far between until one night one night my mother surprised me! I was getting ready for bed and she called me into the living room, my father was on a hunting trip and so she let me stay up late to watch “Emergency”!  I was hooked I loved that show and even though it was on a little bit later than my bedtime my mother would always let me watch it to this day I often still watch some of the reruns.

I believed it was so realistic and from my little knowledge of firefighting I thought it was. Looking back from what I know now it was somewhat of a more realistic show about firefighting. I would also watch various police shows and some of them even incorporated the show “Emergency” in with it.

But my love was always to become a firefighter. The best though was when a fire truck would pass by my house and if they turned down our street or across the street I would jump on my bike and follow them as fast as I could. And if we were in the car and one passed by us I would often ask my parents if we could follow it. I never knew it was illegal but my parents usually did it anyway.  I love the fact that they inspired me to pursue my dreams to become a firefighter. I’m still amazed that I was able to do that for twenty years in the Navy. I would still love to be a firefighter but due to a back injury in the Navy that’s no longer a dream.

#6 “The bike”

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Now as kids our main transportation was a bike.  I can’t even imagine how many miles we as kids put on our bikes. We rode sometimes from sun up to sundown! I recently took a family vacation back to New Mexico and as we drove around I realized we really did ride everywhere on our bikes.

This little story I’m about to tell is one occasion that I’ll never forget.

It was my brothers birthday. I’m not sure which one but it was one to remember. It was one to remember because we went to a bicycle shop. It was my father, brother and I that went there to pick out a bike. But unlike this bike we walked to the counter and my father started asking my brother questions,

(My dad):“What wheels would you like?” (Me): “What wheels? All the bikes have wheels?

“What rims would you like?” “What rims? All the bikes have rims?”

“What handlebars would you like?” “What handlebars? Oh now come on all the bikes have handlebars!”

“What frame would you like?” “Frame! Frame! All of the bikes have frames!”

“What color would you like?” Color? Color! He’s getting to pick his color?!!

As I listened to this conversation I was confused?

Why was my brother getting to pick out his entire bicycle piece by piece. I was confused because he had a bike and I wasn’t sure what was wrong with his bike. I rode his bike all the time… There wasn’t a thing wrong with that bike! Plus there were bikes to choose from everywhere around us? I’m thinking just pick one from the rack!

It was his birthday but as he started picking out pieces of the bike it became clear that this bike was going to be an expensive bike!

Not only did I get to go pick out the bike and watch him pick out each part of it piece by piece I got to see the final product my father actually took me to pick it up.

It was a beautiful bike. Everything was chrome in color perfectly aligned stickers brand-new wheels brand-new rims perfect petals and it was beautiful!

So on Greg’s birthday we unveil the bike and he had no idea what the final product looked like he had an idea in his mind but we saw that he loved and the first thing I wanted to do was ride that bike but did he ask me if I wanted to ride it, no I probably didn’t get to ride that bike for six months!

Oh I tried my best to ride that bike but he watched it day and night I couldn’t get near it without him knowing it. When I did get near it, it was like a scene from “ Step-brothers” he knew that bike was touched and he knew where every fingerprint was every detail of where the tires were and even if I touched the handlebars!!

Needless to say it took me a while to ride that bike.  But there was hope on the horizon his birthday was in May mine was in February so around Christmas time I started hinting that I needed a bike for my birthday because I knew that if he had a bike I would be able to get a bike.

So I started looking around the neighborhood at other bikes because of course I had to have a new bike. I started looking at mongoose bikes, Huffy bikes and all different types makes models and brands.

I mean it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t get a bike and my brother got a bike. That wouldn’t be fair at all to have such an expensive present and I know it’s the thought that counts but we siblings fair is fair!!

So around January we still haven’t gone to the bike store and at the end of January we didn’t go to the bike store?

It’s the beginning of February, no bike store? Middle of February, no bike store? I know!! Greg and my father went to the bike store earlier to surprise me on my birthday. I wasn’t picky kid anything new would suit me fine!  My birthday comes and goes, no bike….

I’m 49 years old now and it still hurts just a little bit. This happened with a skateboard too. That’s another story…