Honestly, I have evaluated my life and think because of bad family blood (things they did) that I am cursed, could that be? Read a bit of my beginnings of my birth and life and tell me if I am jumping the gun here, I really need to know truthfully and Yahoo Answers Community can be brutally honest, so go to it and help me. It’s the only way but read a bit of this first:
CHAPTER I — THE KURSE OF MISS KANE – HOW IT BEGAN!
Hello, my name is Miss Kane and I’m not thoroughly sure when the Kurse of Miss Kane actually took hold of me. Maybe it was always ongoing in my family, but what I can recall, or as I can remember of this Kurse of Kane is that it’s a very real curse.
I was about to be born. Out of the 4 children my mother had, the hospital refused to sedate my mother with me, because mom’s water had broken in the middle of the night as she slept soundly, so she was quickly rushed to the hospital, almost giving birth to me in a taxi cab; A real drama unfolding that many would not soon forget! Actually someone said it was a huge black limo that dad hired to take them to the hospital, but by the time it drove up to the entrance of the medical facility, my head was popping out and mom was 10 center-meters. This may have been a good door of opportunity for me to be born very quickly, but for some strange reason the best the hospital staff could do out of fear for both mother and me, was to give her the drug they were familiar with, to not to induce the pregnancy, but to slow it down, which might have been a big mistake, as they waited for my mother’s doctor to come. I was supposed to be born quickly, but the dreaded Kurse of Kane took hold on me, or claimed me.
After a very traumatic birth by mother, the very next day she contracted a horrid dreadful Staph infection, out of the blue, less than 24 hours after I was born. Most probably it cropped up out of nowhere because of the burden put her in having me was a strain for a woman who birthed other babies, even though the oldest son, a heavy birth, but was brought into the world with as much less stress as they were doing in those days. As stated my mother was heavily sedated when the others were born, but with my birth it was something out of a nightmare for both mother, newborn and doctor.
Miss Kane was immediately separated from her mom and taken home by Dad, with many thoughts running through his own head of him getting ill, or even his new born daughter picking up the taboo infection. At least that is what I felt it could be because our growing family was destined for wealth and lots of money and we were growing fast.
In Miss Kane’s Own Words: Besides being rushed out of the hospital and not bonding with my mother due to her sickness and ill health, I did bond with my father. Also, strangely enough, although it must have started out on my second oldest brother’s part as a bit of jealousy, I also bonded with my brother too although he did stutter and didn’t say much in conversation, which probably calmed me down with him just quietly staring at me and not talking due to the stuttering, or perhaps the jealousy turned into fascination as I may have looked up at him and smiled. So in the end, he and I had a wonderful brother-sister relationship up until my younger sister became a bit prettier and sweeter in the late 1970’s. I also was very close with her as we grew up. (More on that later in story). And in just a few short years, when I was just 4 years old, my brother and I were fighting over a car rest in the back seat, not belted in as our grandfather drove us back to their house in on the beach! Ten stitches closed up that first head wound, Then about 6 months after that incident my brother again wounded me by hitting me over the head with a winter shovel. That sustained 10 more stitches but in the back of my head. Both incidents were extremely traumatic and may have contributed to my tantrums and odd social behavior later in life or perhaps triggered mental stress to be more compounded. Whatever the facts, life was starting to look like a curse in many ways.
Miss Kane’s original thoughts: Bad luck, bad genes, bad DNA (a man once said he loved me, but that my DNA scared him!). Even bad timing and bad parenting in many areas, although my parents were wealthy as we grew up. But understand that this curse is in social isolation form, where your peers go against you and you are like an outcast. Outcast Syndrome, a curse. Throughout my life the curse would come up many times as if it had the right timing and mine was shot to hell.
