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Hi I am Robert or Rob!!! I was born in Hamilton County Ohio I was a baby hillbilly out of place. Even to this day I don't feel quit at home here in Ohio. My Mother and father were Divorced when I was about one. My Mother took my older brothers and sisters and I back down into the hills of southeastern Kentucky. My time there was limited but forever has it made an imprint on my life. The tall Mountains surrounded my family and me back in that holler. The comfort I feel from the Mountains to this day is indescribable; it is a feeling of being at home connected someway or in some way to the Earth itself. We use to slide down the conveyor belts of an abandoned coal temple, swim in the rivers and creeks and had absolutely no worries. I contracted pneumonia and my aunt gave me an old hill remedy called coal oil. They said that if it did not kill me I would be fine, well it worked; I am still here! My Father got custody of us Kids and back then that was very rare for a man to get custody. Growing up was hard for me, but not as hard as it was on my father. Through the years he raised us kids the best he could and though he did his best, it was a little more difficult to get the wildness out of all of his children, especially me. Not until my teenage years would this tenacious attitude become my downfall and my salvation. In high school, my concentration was not on academics. You could say my aptitude was in music, drawing, partying, and women. The latter became the forefront of my life. This caused a great deal of hardship and hard feelings between my father and me. I didn’t want to be held down. I wanted to be my own keeper; free of curfew and my father riding my ass all the time. I wanted to come and go as I pleased. In this thinking, I used an illogical rationalization of my father and stepmother’s faults to justify my disobedient attitude. So I left home at the age of sixteen. I moved out and spent about a half-year in Tennessee with a friend and his family. That didn’t work either, because they wanted to impose just as many restrictions on me as my father did, so I left their and went back to Ohio. I got a job and a place to live, attended school and did the things I wanted to do, but, soon the party was over, my grades were really bad, my rent was getting harder to pay. An Army recruiter who came by the school one day soon became a vital stepping stone in my life. He spent a lot of time with me; as usual I got a free meal and a lecture. This recruiter had been after me for almost two years. He and his wife even stopped by when I lived in Tennessee for a visit. He helped me get a new job working construction part time and also gave me a reality check. He told me, "You’re on your own. You are working and going to school, When you graduate, going to college will be hard, if not impossible, not to mention you are not mature enough yet." He went on about how the military would help me mature more and prepare me better for life. Mature more! Where did he get off telling me I wasn’t mature? I was making it going to school, working and being on my own, and I was going to graduate soon. He really made me mad so I walked away. He told me as I was leaving I would be back. A few months later, I was out of a job and wouldn’t be able to graduate with my classmates. I went back to my recruiter ever so humble and enlisted in the army, but, it was contingent on me going to summer school and finishing all my delinquent credits and getting my diploma. I received my diploma lying in bed in a drunken stupor. I spent the next six months flop housing around at friends and relatives until I went into the army. I went into the army more of necessity than wanting to that December. The fact was I couldn’t make it on my own. I had no idea as to what lay ahead, but I would meet it head-on. I still thought I knew everything. My first night was easy and I thought this was going to be a cakewalk. The next morning reality struck very hard. I was the very first one to piss off a drill sergeant, or instructor, D.I. I learned very quickly not to address a D.I. as ‘sarge’, because a ‘sarge’ is a scum sucking bottom dwelling fish. I probably set a new record on making D.I.’s mad in a first day encounter. Imagine that! From December to March, I was formally dubbed, "The grain fed private." They said I was like a pack horse, and believe, me, that is exactly what they used me for. If someone couldn’t carry their bag, or if I wasn’t sweating enough, I would carry their gear and mine not to mention the PRC 77-radio transmitter when they really thought I had it too easy. At first I took this abuse in stride, but eventually it just began to make me madder. The D.I.’s came up with all kinds of ways of conditioning my mind and body. They kept telling me how bruises could heal a lot before we came back from dessert training to garrison Fort Bliss. They gave me extra activities to do while others relaxed. Every night the eliminator and I would perform our ritual; I would hoist him up over my head repeatedly until I couldn’t any more. The eliminator's, a six foot log, job was to get heavier. When I couldn’t hoist the eliminator over my head any more, I would have to carry him on my shoulders until the D.I. got tired. I would also have to turn rocks over, so the other side could also get some sun. When I finished, the D.I. didn’t believe me. He brought out a bucket of paint and a brush and had me paint all the rocks, when they dried; I would turn them over again. I really wanted to quit, because they were riding me pretty hard. I was at the breaking point, always saying, "Thank you drill sergeant for conditioning my mind and body," while they had me do yet another torturous task. I couldn’t quit. I didn’t want to fail and come home like that. I would be able to handle all the crap from everyone else, but not the mental anguish I would cause myself from not being able to handle it. Here is where the change happened: It was the realization that this was for the best. Like it or not, I had to stick it out and make it! Conforming to what was expected would be the hardest thing I would ever do in my life. Finally that tenacious attitude would pay off, and it did. To my surprise, I survived and excelled in boot camp. I shot expert on the firing range and expert in lobbing a grenade. We had to lob a grenade by popping up over a barrier spotting our target pop down pull the pin and pop up and lob the grenade and duck as quickly as possible. They said it was a fluke because in each target was a six to eight inch round PVC pipe. We were supposed to get as close as possible to that pipe. I lobbed three grenades in at three different targets into the pipe opening. Yes, it was a fluke, but a nice one to brag about. I excelled on all my weapons and survival, and first aid training. It felt good to be good at something so challenging; even the feared desert training was met with success. I fell ill the week of graduation and missed the ceremonies, but that night some of the guys from my platoon and my platoon sergeant came to see me in the hospital. The D.I. insisted I wasn’t going to get out of my ritual with the eliminator. But even with this sarcastic joke, only a faint smile could be seen on his face. I find myself stationed in 6 of the 43rd in fort bless for one year then off to Germany for the remainder of my service with Patriot service. Until I re-enlisted!!! I spent five years in the army and I grew up a lot during my service, and find myself adjusting to a life I did not see coming. I have been on my own now for over fifteen + years and now have a family of my own. My love for my father has been fortified with the realization of the truth he tried to teach me. I now would be lost without him. I don’t drink or party like I did. In fact, I don’t drink at all anymore. Maturity is not a thing to be mastered, but to be an ongoing process, at least I think so. Remember I know everything! I soon was Married I as Married for 19 years and the best thing that came out of that marriage was my son. He is my strength when I’m down and my entire world I never thought I could love someone so much it is a feeling that words cannot describe. My wife and I divorced to my dismay; due to the fact of I believed her cheating. I suspected there was something not right and hired a detective to confirm my suspicions and the truth came out she was cheating which totally blew my mind. What hurt the worst was the fact it was not just one affair but 29 different affairs which destroyed me. Finding out this news I was involved in a multi-car accident which I firmly believe my ex’s boyfriend / common law husband but they won’t admit it!!!! Was totally to blame. I dropped off my son from our visit. Then I Left he chased me in his car. I didn’t stop because I thought he was a cop, no lights or siren so no stop, I should of stopped and just whooped his ass!!! I hit a patch of ice on the east-bound side of the highway and hit oncoming traffic 3 separate vehicles in the west-bound side of the Highway. The Ambulance I think found myself dead at the scene and they brought me back and then at the ER I died again they revived me and found myself 6 months later coming out of a coma. I had broken every bone in my body. Severed my ear and extreme brain injury. Oh Well I was disabled during my separation with my ex and she used it against me. I was denied visitation with my son unless she was part of the visitation. This wouldn’t have been bad but her boy BOYFRIEND was coming also to the visitations of mine this was bullshit!!! So my father one day before I took things in my own hands told the guy not to even get out of the car or come on his property!!!!! But this still didn’t destroy the animosity in my heart!!! And to this day I have not been able to see my son or visit with him. Because she had me declared Mentally Incompetent, and find it hard to trust in a relationship. But With my Faith in God and myself I’ll find another to be my equal part!!! I just hope to find someone that won’t cheat on me I couldn’t handle that no more!!! But with my faith in God it will happen someday. I had to go through rehab for the Brain injured people in Carbondale, Illinois I did very well there the meds made me normal again so it was decided for me to live there in Carbondale!!!! Well that brings us to now!!! Take care and be Blessed with Love, Rob. Robert Hugh Chambers Sr. MCP

I am an ex truck driver. I had to have a mechanical heart valve replacement. I am now on disability and unable to go back to truck driving. i am looking at moving overseas and finding my soul mate for life.

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I am good man you only wishes to better my life with the compliments of a good women. I am not a rich man but I work hard, have many good friends, and own a good home.

I am retired, but I have businesses on the internet and I love to travel. I like fast cars, big cigars and lovely women. I have grown kids but they are all in other countries, so I don't have them around all of the time.

Fun loving guy looking for my other half

i love to cook outdoors traveling boating camping music rock blues i have 5 brothers and 3 sisters 2 cats and i like doing most things as long as its fun and not too dangerous

Like Thailand have been there 5 times in the last 2 years

i am a good guy with a big hart and full of love to give

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I’m a laid back fun person. Very outgoing and enjoy pretty much anything on my days off of work. I like to travel and find family to be very important.

Im 44 and have three aduly daughters and one grand daughter. I love anything outdoors, fishing, camping, hiking etc.

I am married but sexually unfulfilled. Looking for a nice young lady that wants some security and sexual fun,.

love the outdoors hunting fishing camping moonlit walks

I LOV TO RIDE HARLEYS,FISH,HUNTING,LOV TO STAY HOME AND CUDDLE ,I CAN KISS ALL DAY OR NIGHT..

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