The Story of Rob Mallory

When I started gathering my thoughts for a new blog post it was for a much different post. The one I was thinking about has to do with my journey to handicapped parking. I will get to that blog next, but something much more important happened before I had a chance to talk about all of that. It would seem that Hope was sick of waiting to be born, and so on the afternoon of July 27th, 2018, my fourth child, and third daughter, Hope Kelly was born. During the months of pregnancy, so many millions of thoughts went through my head. There was worry, and there was excitement. I went through times of uncertainty; wondering if we were doing the right thing. Wondering if I was going to be able to be a good father to her, with just the one foot. But all of that was cast aside the moment I saw her for the first time. In one minute I was a father of three, and at 6:36 PM, I became the father of four. It was one of the greatest moments of my life. Even if she was covered in such a mess when she

Days in dreams Like nightmares instead Breaking seams Am I better off dead? Wishing for a way out What's this life all about? Nights spent in tears Inside my head Living my fears Alone in my bed Voices inside they shout What's this life all about Twisting and turning My eyes always burning Screaming and crying My soul's always dying I can't fake it anymore My spirit is broken to the core Years spent alone Locked away with you My heart's turned to stone All the pain I've been through Waiting for my way out what's this life all about

Monday, July 16th: Today, I would like to talk about pretty much nothing. Meaning that I really have nothing to talk about. Not much is going on right now. There are a few things that I would like to mention, but overall, I really have no topic in mind for this post. I guess I just felt like sitting here and typing for a bit. So as you can see, there really is no real reason for me to write this post, and no real reason for you to read this post. What you'll get this time is a bit of my wonderful ginger charm, my winning personality, and just a small taste of my incredible wit, and human understanding. I think I just saw a few of you ladies swooning. Well, calm that shit. This damned dirty ginger is taken. So, let's get right to it. I'd like to spend just a few moment to talk about my foot... or lack thereof. There has still been no new news on my prosthetic. I am going to have to break down and call about it today. Normally I don't like to do that. I don't

It's been just over three months since I had my right foot amputated. When it was first happening, I was very optimistic about the entire thing. I figured that I could get it taken care off, chopped off, and the road to walking again would be closer than it would be if I waited for the thing to heal. What I failed to realize was that it was no longer up to me, and my body to decide when I could walk again. Suddenly that decision rested in the hands of doctors, and insurance companies. It has been three weeks since my residual limb was casted for a prosthetic foot. My prosthetist seemed to think that it wouldn't take very long for the doctor to sign off on my getting a fake foot, and the insurance okaying the foot. I believed that I would be walking fairly quickly. Unfortunately, I was wrong. After waiting nearly three weeks, I finally called the prosthetist office and asked what was going on. As it turned out, the doctor still hasn't signed off on me getting a foot yet

Does anybody direct you to say “cheese” before taking your photo any longer? That used to be all of the rage when I was a kid, but now I rarely hear that word when linked to taking a photo. I can remember striking a cheesy pose, and holding that way, waiting for the photographer to snap his shutter, and blind me. I think the reason for this is that back in the day, when I was just a little tyke, you had to be careful with the pictures that you would take. You could only snap so many shots with the film that you had available to you. And that films was not cheap by any stretch of the imagination. And unless someone was paying you handsomely for those pictures, chances are that you really couldn’t afford to buy an enormous amount of film. And after you got that finite amount of film, you had to pay to print each one. It was no easy task to just pick and choose which pictures that you wanted to keep. Welcome my friends to the new age. This is the age of faster cars, ATM cards, in