Laurie Roth
If I can come back, so can America
By Laurie Roth
Obama's December is stealing the manger scene and replacing it with the horrors of Halloween and Obamacare. His continued and feeble attempts at propaganda lies and smiley-face deception are massively boring in their criminal predictability. America now sees Obama walking over the bodies he created. He roams around the burning buildings and crushed hopes, while throwing empty speeches out to the survivors barely breathing. Obama has tried to destroy the greatest nation on earth, and he will not get away with it.
This week I was reminded about the time in my life eight years ago when I was nearly destroyed and looked like road kill as America does now. As America ponders if she can ever come back, I also was forced to ask the same question. Can I come back? Is it possible to come back from SO much loss?
I have been hit many times with the seduction to just give up. The first time involved the flattening of my only dream at the time to make it as a singer and songwriter. From childhood on, I had entered contest after contest, choir after choir, then sent off tape after tape trying to get noticed. Finally, after years of pushing, calling, and selling myself and songs, I finally got what I thought was a break. I formed a little production company, established a team I believed in, raised money, and signed a distribution deal with a major label. The reviews were coming in and great. When my record was starting to go up the charts and it seemed I was going to finally make it as a singer after all these years, the unbelievable happened. I ended up being a victim of crime, had hard-to-raise money stolen by a company overseas, and my record promoter was linked to a major crime family. My prize for finally starting to make it out of a small town was to go bankrupt, watch my record fall quickly off the charts due to an absence of stolen promotional dollars, become yesterday's news overnight, and fall into despair for losing my long fought for career and everyone's money that I loved.
Oh yeah, along with so many being mad at me for losing all their money, being evicted from my home, and my car being repossessed, I was sickingly aware I was too old to start all over again in the music business. Now what? Too old and too poor. Don't feel any pressure! I disappeared into the woods with my dogs. Maybe I could sing to the trees in between crying and praying.
It was finally out of my boredom of my whining and feeling such despair that I started thinking that maybe I could do something else – like talk radio. I felt I was too old for a recording contract now, plus I didn't know anyone honest in the music business. So, I started volunteering at a small station in Eugene, Oregon, and developing a national radio show out of my music disaster. Maybe I could compete here somehow.
From the start up of my national radio show in 2003, I was working hard as an independent – growing markets, ratings, and advertisers. Maybe my life would start to go in the right direction now. My listeners quickly knick named me "The Annie Oakley of the Airwaves" due to my hard-hitting and satirical style. I was just having fun that is all I knew.
Things were going great, until August 2005 when I made national news by nearly being killed on my motorcycle when a deer slammed into me as I turned a corner. My skull split open on the hot pavement. I'm told I was about 2 minutes from death at the scene and my lungs were filling with blood. I was suffocating. First responders expected me to die. My forehead was fractured. My cheekbones were shattered. My jaw was broken in three places. My eye socket caved in. The roof of my mouth was severed. It was suddenly the end of almost everything for me. I slipped into a coma and did not awaken for several weeks.
It marked an abrupt close to my broadcast career. Along with breaking nearly everything from the neck up, I had bruises and severe damage to my cranial nerve, inner ear, and immediate recall and memory storage area of the brain. I would easily forget any new conversations. I remember my close friends and husband telling me how I would repeat myself in a conversation for the first 3-4 months of recovery. How lovely, a formerly pretty girl who looks like Frankenstein's monster now and acts like she has Alzheimer's. Isn't that special!?
The other huge hit for our family was financial. Our only income had been the small income we received from my little but growing radio show. My husband and I had made this show our only income so he and I could be home since we had foster adopted two precious and needy children who needed much attention. We thought at the time that being there for the kids was more important than two incomes at the moment. In addition, we had no health insurance when this accident occurred. We couldn't afford it. I had no disability insurance, and I had no coverage whatsoever. My annual income was less then $30,000. That was covering a family of four.
As the massive medical bills started to climb quickly past $250,000, my husband applied to Medicaid for help. They checked out our income and tax records, and then said we qualified. Otherwise we would have quickly gone bankrupt. Medicaid at least paid a lot of the major stuff.
After a month and a half in the hospital, I came home. My show was off the air after three months of guest hosts. After six surgeries, a year of braces on my teeth, therapy and endless visits to doctors, I saw enough healing and growth that when I looked in the mirror I saw back the reflection and face I had always known. With my cranial nerve being seriously damaged to my left eye and struggling with seeing double to this day, my munched inner ear began healing ever so slowly.
After ten months of daily work and practice with walking, talking, exercising my very injured eye and more, USA Radio Network offered me the opportunity to return to my national radio show, 7-10 pm each night again.
I am still recovering eight years later and struggle with distortion in my left eye. I also struggle with my sleeping patterns, energy issues, and numbness in my mouth. I was off the air ten months recovering enough to do my show again, so naturally, I had to start from scratch with new stations, one at a time. My ego was about 2-inches high, but at least I was in the ring and had a chance to build my show again. Oh yeah....I was sane and alive, more than anyone thought I would be.
I started back, still recovering and with double vision and no guarantees. Most professionals were saying, "She can't do it." "What? Is she on drugs? She has no money, is her own producer, has a small network, and she thinks she will get her show rolling again." Yep! That is about it. Me with my bad drooling mouth and no money just got out of bed and started back.....then kept walking, tripping, getting up, seeing double, and walking some more. That is how real Americans and people of faith do things. There is no fanfare and magic. Real Americans don't give up because the challenges are huge, money is scarce, and their body hurts. They find a way.
America looks like road kill now, and Obama is arrogantly strangling her on the side of the road with Obamacare to make sure she dies a painful death. My career and life was also road kill. If I can make it back and conquer the enemy, so can America! Conquer the 2014 elections! Conquer by communicating with your representatives and senators and demand they destroy Obamacare. Conquer by getting behind any real push against Obama, and then keep pushing until he is out of office and justice is done.
We will survive and fix our country. Pray, work and believe right!!! Join me each day on my national radio show from 7-10 pm PAC at www.therothshow.com.
© Laurie Roth
December 4, 2013
Obama's December is stealing the manger scene and replacing it with the horrors of Halloween and Obamacare. His continued and feeble attempts at propaganda lies and smiley-face deception are massively boring in their criminal predictability. America now sees Obama walking over the bodies he created. He roams around the burning buildings and crushed hopes, while throwing empty speeches out to the survivors barely breathing. Obama has tried to destroy the greatest nation on earth, and he will not get away with it.
This week I was reminded about the time in my life eight years ago when I was nearly destroyed and looked like road kill as America does now. As America ponders if she can ever come back, I also was forced to ask the same question. Can I come back? Is it possible to come back from SO much loss?
I have been hit many times with the seduction to just give up. The first time involved the flattening of my only dream at the time to make it as a singer and songwriter. From childhood on, I had entered contest after contest, choir after choir, then sent off tape after tape trying to get noticed. Finally, after years of pushing, calling, and selling myself and songs, I finally got what I thought was a break. I formed a little production company, established a team I believed in, raised money, and signed a distribution deal with a major label. The reviews were coming in and great. When my record was starting to go up the charts and it seemed I was going to finally make it as a singer after all these years, the unbelievable happened. I ended up being a victim of crime, had hard-to-raise money stolen by a company overseas, and my record promoter was linked to a major crime family. My prize for finally starting to make it out of a small town was to go bankrupt, watch my record fall quickly off the charts due to an absence of stolen promotional dollars, become yesterday's news overnight, and fall into despair for losing my long fought for career and everyone's money that I loved.
Oh yeah, along with so many being mad at me for losing all their money, being evicted from my home, and my car being repossessed, I was sickingly aware I was too old to start all over again in the music business. Now what? Too old and too poor. Don't feel any pressure! I disappeared into the woods with my dogs. Maybe I could sing to the trees in between crying and praying.
It was finally out of my boredom of my whining and feeling such despair that I started thinking that maybe I could do something else – like talk radio. I felt I was too old for a recording contract now, plus I didn't know anyone honest in the music business. So, I started volunteering at a small station in Eugene, Oregon, and developing a national radio show out of my music disaster. Maybe I could compete here somehow.
From the start up of my national radio show in 2003, I was working hard as an independent – growing markets, ratings, and advertisers. Maybe my life would start to go in the right direction now. My listeners quickly knick named me "The Annie Oakley of the Airwaves" due to my hard-hitting and satirical style. I was just having fun that is all I knew.
Things were going great, until August 2005 when I made national news by nearly being killed on my motorcycle when a deer slammed into me as I turned a corner. My skull split open on the hot pavement. I'm told I was about 2 minutes from death at the scene and my lungs were filling with blood. I was suffocating. First responders expected me to die. My forehead was fractured. My cheekbones were shattered. My jaw was broken in three places. My eye socket caved in. The roof of my mouth was severed. It was suddenly the end of almost everything for me. I slipped into a coma and did not awaken for several weeks.
It marked an abrupt close to my broadcast career. Along with breaking nearly everything from the neck up, I had bruises and severe damage to my cranial nerve, inner ear, and immediate recall and memory storage area of the brain. I would easily forget any new conversations. I remember my close friends and husband telling me how I would repeat myself in a conversation for the first 3-4 months of recovery. How lovely, a formerly pretty girl who looks like Frankenstein's monster now and acts like she has Alzheimer's. Isn't that special!?
The other huge hit for our family was financial. Our only income had been the small income we received from my little but growing radio show. My husband and I had made this show our only income so he and I could be home since we had foster adopted two precious and needy children who needed much attention. We thought at the time that being there for the kids was more important than two incomes at the moment. In addition, we had no health insurance when this accident occurred. We couldn't afford it. I had no disability insurance, and I had no coverage whatsoever. My annual income was less then $30,000. That was covering a family of four.
As the massive medical bills started to climb quickly past $250,000, my husband applied to Medicaid for help. They checked out our income and tax records, and then said we qualified. Otherwise we would have quickly gone bankrupt. Medicaid at least paid a lot of the major stuff.
After a month and a half in the hospital, I came home. My show was off the air after three months of guest hosts. After six surgeries, a year of braces on my teeth, therapy and endless visits to doctors, I saw enough healing and growth that when I looked in the mirror I saw back the reflection and face I had always known. With my cranial nerve being seriously damaged to my left eye and struggling with seeing double to this day, my munched inner ear began healing ever so slowly.
After ten months of daily work and practice with walking, talking, exercising my very injured eye and more, USA Radio Network offered me the opportunity to return to my national radio show, 7-10 pm each night again.
I am still recovering eight years later and struggle with distortion in my left eye. I also struggle with my sleeping patterns, energy issues, and numbness in my mouth. I was off the air ten months recovering enough to do my show again, so naturally, I had to start from scratch with new stations, one at a time. My ego was about 2-inches high, but at least I was in the ring and had a chance to build my show again. Oh yeah....I was sane and alive, more than anyone thought I would be.
I started back, still recovering and with double vision and no guarantees. Most professionals were saying, "She can't do it." "What? Is she on drugs? She has no money, is her own producer, has a small network, and she thinks she will get her show rolling again." Yep! That is about it. Me with my bad drooling mouth and no money just got out of bed and started back.....then kept walking, tripping, getting up, seeing double, and walking some more. That is how real Americans and people of faith do things. There is no fanfare and magic. Real Americans don't give up because the challenges are huge, money is scarce, and their body hurts. They find a way.
America looks like road kill now, and Obama is arrogantly strangling her on the side of the road with Obamacare to make sure she dies a painful death. My career and life was also road kill. If I can make it back and conquer the enemy, so can America! Conquer the 2014 elections! Conquer by communicating with your representatives and senators and demand they destroy Obamacare. Conquer by getting behind any real push against Obama, and then keep pushing until he is out of office and justice is done.
We will survive and fix our country. Pray, work and believe right!!! Join me each day on my national radio show from 7-10 pm PAC at www.therothshow.com.
© Laurie Roth
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