Dana White, King of MMA

and try to cover his face and head. The dog was so frustrated at not being able to get
to Dana’s face or neck that it began barking.
Dana was not very happy with the nurses and doctors who had to stitch his ear
back together. He told me he thought, “Mr. Doctor was nice, but then they hurt him.”
It had been a tough day all around for him. They made me leave the room while they
sutured his ear, but I could hear him hollering. He kept saying, “Wait, mister! Wait a
minute, Mister! Don’t do that!” I felt so bad for him, although the outcome could
have been much worse.
I found a babysitter for Dana and his sister during the day while I went back to
school. The sitter, a friend of my mother, had six kids of her own and lived two blocks
up the street from my mom’s house. Kelly and her brother had become used to being
together all the time, Kelly had never known a time when Dana was not with her.
One weekend, I brought Dana up to his grandparents’ house in Maine and left him to
spend two weeks with them, but after a week, I had to bring him home because his
sister was heartbroken that her brother was not around. She could not understand
what had happened to him and she was too young to understand he would be coming
back. In fact, after the first week that Dana was gone, the babysitter informed me
she would not take Kelly until Dana returned. The entire week he was away, Kelly
would not eat and all she did was cry and whimper, “Dane, I want brother.” There
was no consoling her and it was painful to watch. Dana and his sister were inseparable
when they were younger, and even from a young age he was very protective of her. It
was sad to see that change, as they got older.
We lived at my mother’s house for a year and a half while I went to school to
become a licensed practical nurse. When I graduated, I got a job working at Mt. Sinai
Hospital in Hartford, Connecticut and began searching for a house. The only home I
could afford was in a small town called Ware in western Massachusetts. I had never
even heard of this town when I saw an ad in the Hartford Courant for “affordable
townhouses” there. It was an hour and a half drive from my job, but at least we
would have our own place. I ended up buying a brand new two story, three bedroom,
one and a half bath townhouse in a development called Warebrook Village. Now, after
a year and a half of all three of us in one bedroom, we all had our own bedrooms.