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Gowanda, New York, United States of America
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August 26
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Christopher A. Musanté was born in a state funded broken home in Buffalo, NY. By the age of 13 he had called 10 different places home and so, really never had one. Some of these homes would also house an alcoholic step-father that beat him and his mom. The family was even left starving at times - but always managed to pull through. Eventually what was left of his family - himself, his sister and mom - would return to Buffalo. Later, in a selfless act of love, his mother would give guardianship to a family member - her vision was a better start and a brighter future for her son. During his high school years he for the most part loner and even lived on the streets for a brief period of time. With no authoritive figures - he became his own man and in spite of all of these adversities, and at one point robbing a gas station and stealing 9 cars in a single evening, graduated from Reavis High School - Class 1982. Returning again to Buffalo, NY after graduating, he was unable to find employment - though he had within 2 months of graduating high school, obtained his factory certification from Volkswagen of America. No VW dealers would hire him - he had actually even offered to work for "free" to demonstrate his 4+ years of mechanical skills, but instead was forced to accept public assistance... a.k.a. - welfare. Wanting better - he enlisted in the United States Marine Corps - on delayed entry. His entrance exam would document a civilian IQ of 178. Two weeks after signing on - a bombing in Beirut brought the promise of war. Though his family begged him not to go. His brother-in-law, a USMC vet advised he technically was not sworn in yet and didn't have to. His going away 'present' would be a night of drinking and a midnight showing of Pink Floyd - The Wall. As the first scene played - a war scene - a soldier suffers the loss of an arm. Which he picks up with the other still attached and staggers off in shock. His friends cried and said they were sorry. Chris never gave it a second thought and said, "It's okay - I'm gonna be alright." Determined to make good on his promise, though only verbal - he was sworn in the next morning. This would be the beginnings of a life that would have him travel the world and experiencing many different people, cultures and careers in fields such as Music, Photography, Aviation, Automotive Technology, Aerospace & Medical Machining, R & D, Information Technology, Telephony, Software Engineering, IT Support & Training, Food Service, and even a brief period as a slave driver for Walmart Stores Inc.

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Salon.com
MAY 8, 2012 5:16PM

Totally forgiven - A Sign from God

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A friend of mine asked if I had totally forgiven my wife for what she had done to me - leaving me because I had found my faith...  my response: 

"I did what I could to show my forgiveness. I gave her a hand written card - after I recieved my divorce papers. In it I wrote - I forgive you in advance.

Hours after the divorce I stopped by our home and gave her a candle - she said I was a moron. I told her how could I blame her for something that she didn't understand.

As I sat in the driveway - wondering if we would ever be back together again - I prayed and asked God for a sign. I flipped on my XM radio to hear the lyrics, 'No Sugar tonight in my coffee, no Sugar tonight in my tea. No Sugar to stand beside me, No Sugar to rock with me.'  It seemed pretty clear what I was hearing - though I didn't want to listen.

'Sugar' was her CB handle - and it was how we met - our pinky fingers touched as she sat on my lap... too many people jammed into a single car.  I then held that finger - thinking that I had found my one and only, forever and ever.  That would be the first night that was 'us' - and we spent it together - and watched the sunrise in the morning.  Not long after we would be married.

As I looked at the radio - wishing that I had NOT heard what I just did. It's message telling me that there would be no more 'Sugar' to stand beside me - the artist's name scrolled across the panel...

"Guess Who"

This is a true story.

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