Letter to America's best presidents since the great Ronald Reagan: Donald Trump; From Jeramie Tesky.
My name is Jeramie Tesky. I want my life back. It sounds so simple written like that. Doesn't it. Every day. Most of you reading this get up in the morning. Take your shower. Dress yourselves. Slurp up some breakfast. Race To your cars. Chug down some Starbucks and go off to your jobs where you engage in relatively meaningless activities until late in the day. Then complain to yourselves or to your friends and family about how lousy the world is while you cut across lanes of traffic to make your ways back home. But you already know about your own situation. Today we are here to talk about me. Back in December 2003. I was in a bad car accident. I in no way caused the accident. The only mistake I made was entrusting the marketing company that handled the case or campaign about safety. To make a very unpleasant story as brief as possible. Once I came out of my coma. I was told by my medical team that I suffered from traumatic brain injury. Or TBI. I would not live. They assured me. Past the age of 32. I am now 44 years old. I endured all the painful medical procedures. The physical therapy. The emotional rehabilitation and the societal humiliations that accompany being confined to a wheelchair access lifestyle. After a few years of this. I got angry. Fed up. Pissed off.
Sick and tired and basically frustrated as hell with the fact that no matter how much progress I made. Certain well-intentioned friends and family members screamed that they knew better than I about how my life should be lived. Court appointed administrators control my finances. Relatives snoop into my private affairs. Almost everyone with whom I have contact has their little snouts in my trough. The proceeds of my successful lawsuit were. Shall we say. Substantial and now people who are complete strangers to me get to decide how much I can spend and upon what I can spend it. Here's the thing. Maybe you win the lottery. Let's say you win a few million. After taxes are paid. That money is yours. So you decide to buy your in-laws a house. Just to shut them up. And with the rest you plan to sail around the world in a paddle boat with Brooke Shields and Heather Locklear. Some people might think you were being silly or even irresponsible. But you can still do it if you want. In my situation. However. If I bought a large winning lottery ticket. My earnings would be controlled. I am aware that it is the nature of these times that every man is expected to fight his own battles without assistance from others. And if you reading this can say with complete honesty that you have overcome your most challenging obstacles without help from anyone else. Then I will end this letter right here and now. I knew you were an honest person. Perhaps you know of a skilled attorney who could represent me in this matter.
Maybe you know someone in North Dakota government who could look into my situation. You may only be able to respond to this letter with your own thoughts and feelings. At this point. I have defied my doctors by living Twelve years longer than they decided I would. So I am very much a fighter. All I ask is that someone out there understand the importance of my having a chance to not only have the responsibilities of being a grown man. But access to the rights as well.