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I am Joseph Aurial Bernard Belair2 or Berny. I was born in Hawksberry Ontario Canada. I was labeled Cerebral Palsy. Then at 2 years old, I was labeled mentally retarded, then at 4 they locked me away in nut house. Because at 2 years old failed their test, They tested me in English & I spoke & understood French, like "Hello." I was locked up in a nut house, I was in a cried 24/7 I even prayed to die. God said, "I have a plan for you, do you except." I said, "Yes." God promised me he provide everything for me. A few weeks later a 5 foot nothing blonde with a 6-string guitar after a few songs, she sang Fere Jacka, I went nuts (excuse the pun.) Finally words I could understand, the Hospital allowed me to learn English lessons. I was laying in my crib listening to radio; the DJ was picking on Amy Grant for being born again that just ticked me off so I asked God to be born again. If I knew how to save & heal the whole hospital would go nuts a good nuts. I'm going to fast-forward a few years, to 1975-76 I moved to Toronto from Kingston Ontario. In Toronto I was at Bloorview Childrens Hospital, where I learned eat or be eaten, so I ran for the patient council got on snap. For 4 years I got on every year it blew my mind. In March of 77 or 78 the Head Nurse comes in to the Day/TV room & says, "I have one space at a new camp, who wants it." Everyone looked at me, because I was known as a risk taker. God was sneaky I never knew what he had planned, so a kissed my girlfriend goodbye. Next morning I started my 7-hour trip, with kids I didn't know but after one hour we were joking around. We got to camp signed in met our cabin councilors & a few other councilors in training then went to cabins, because it was my first time I was treated good. Next day at 7:00am this 16 year old kid gets me up, (remember God hand was in this.) for the next 2 weeks I kept running into this one kid everywhere at the pool at meals at art at walks, it was freaking me out. God says, "Thats your foster brother." I said, "Yeah & I'm the Pope." As I was leaving Chris asked me if he could come & see me. I said, "Sure." I didn't think much about it. I had a lot of work to do back at Bloorview but it was a fun 2 weeks. About 2 week later I was in a meeting with my girlfriend & a few of our people we looked after. I get a page to go to the lobby, so I excuse myself & asked a nurse to call and see why, there someone is here. I asked my girlfriend if she can take over the meeting, I have a visitor. So I went down, I almost pooped myself it was Chris. He came every week, in August 23 1979 the day after my 12 birthday I was in van with everything I own with my new pops (dad) I had to light a fire under my social worker to pull it off, she tried to horse around but I didn't let it happen. I spent 11 years on the farm doing what I could plus got my real grade 12, today I wish I worked harder I could have aced grade 12. I tried college twice was kicked out. I been threw 2 girlfriends well God says, I want you to start a business, I said, are you nuts. God said yeah, but you are more nuts because you are going to do it, so I started my business before I lost my second girlfriend, she didn't want me to work for myself. Then a male care staff raped me. Then the drinking started to get worse 2 bottles 40 oz more & more, I was going to work at 9am till 5pm be drunk by 8pm every day, now I Look back & say what a jerk. My foster dad kicked my butt he made me dry out, & I love him for it. Then a High School girl calls we end up engaged and in bed. In 93 after I moved to Ottawa she broke my heart, I still hurt. Then in 95 I was offered a townhouse, I said "Oh heck yes." In 96 another cerebral palsy man came on to me, & asked me for sex.
In 1997 one night I broke down, I was a dry Catholic no one to love, no kids nothing. The people that wanted me were gay, old or crazy. I was channel surfing (This is God) I came to Vision TV, I swore to you the remote just dead. So I sat watched it the show was over, I tried the remote again the stupid thing wouldn't work, so I wiped it across the table. I was crying all threw this. I remember saying in my heart, "Lord I want to praise & dance before you, & be married." Then Catch the Fire came on, I couldn't believe there were people like me nuts for God hungry. I almost went down to Toronto pig out. But the boss up stairs brought 40 days ablaze to The Life Center I went & drank a lot & ate. I ticked off the Catholics but I didn't care I wanted to live, next 4 years were great, then I got messed up in something I regret. I ended up detesting Pastor, I don't hate I wish saw what I was saying. God allow me to come to Woodvale one Sunday to go my lips. I met Pastor Zia I loved him he's different, but I was not release from TLC by God yet. In March 02 I was release. I transferred my member here & the rest you know. I just ask, don't push healing down my throat. I want to be married. I'll admit I'm looking for a homeless girl, a single mother or a female to love. In the summer of 2004 my new line of cards out.
2002-2006 years I have been scammed out of $5000.00, by 2 girls I'm very pissed off so please don't play with my heart. Marry me & give me kids .God Bless berny. In June of 09 I kind of bending our laws for health reasons, I grew
pot for my own use not to sell. I was working like a bitch I was selling
cards 5 days week 2 month solid in all weather you name it I was out on
my corner outside pushing my cards OK. My good friend was looking after my
weed for me, I was/am applying for my government medical licence. So
what the hell let's go for it. Little did I know the HELL I was in for I was
chatting my card folder & my good buddy watching a DVD like normal
friends do. My grower/friend came running in said "Berny The Cops are
talking to your care giver." So I drove over to my door press my button
looked over where staff hang out. Yep Cop was there. It didn't even cross my
mind the weed, so I went back watching the movie. Not 5 minutes later, as my
friend left for my mail the cop stopped him asked him questions then
I knew I was Screwed. The Cops screwed me forced inside I pointed to "NO"
3 times. The care giver just stood there like he didn't
understand, Bullshit after 17 years of wiping my ass, feeding me, cooking
for me, doing my care. He pulls this crap. Then he smile/grins at me the very
next day, I kicked him out & said "If he sets one foot in my house
I'll charge him with trust passing." I had shit myself twice and sit in
my own poop for 5 hours both time, go hungry so many times I lost count. Just
to piss me off he worked alone. While the Cops search my home I was kicked
outside just in a hospital gown. The Care givers called the cops on me.
I'm very lonely I need a good wife and I want kids. I will love you for ever.
My business story!
I started this Business in 1989 with $80.00 in my account. Why did I start, one day it was my good friend’s birthday so I went to a card store like anyone would. I got help from a cashier. I said how much thinking at most $1.50 she says smiling $6.75 plus taxes. I almost fell over, I said, “Are you nuts.” She laughed. I remembered the saying. I went to Radio Shack. Bought a very poor graphics program, man this thing had 40 graphics no color, very poorly done graphics. So I got home threw in on my lap top computer, made the card and printed it got someone to fold it, & gave it to my friend.
For 6 months I watched soaps & got drank then one day I was watching my soap I suddenly shut off my TV & ok Belair so you got kick out of college now what are you going sit & watch soaps for the next 60 years or are you going to shove it back in their faces again. Ok what am I good at & enjoy doing, God said be a Printer, I said are you crazy, Yes but you are crazier because you are going to do it, I laugh ok Lord. Little did I know how much work I was in for? I was starting to make nice money. Then I had to move because my course was done, they taught me to direct my personal care. So I moved my business died, the Lord kept saying go back to the beginning I was like yeah yea Lord, he had to use a 2 by 6 up side my head. Finally I sat down and listened, remember I was still drinking at this point. So I started to design cards bought a better program, I was working 18 hour a day full tilt like 7 days a week 18 hour I was dead on my feet, I was drinking like a fish & very lonely my girlfriend left me & had to say no to my friends because I knew they all they wanted my money. I took on a partner dumbest move I ever made, I was burning out & damn fast, so I called my partner saying hey man I need a break I want Friday off, he said ok, all he had to do was sit watch TV & answer the phone easy job. So Friday came I came home/office early from work selling cards on the street to get dolled up shower. I got that done it was 6:00pm no partner, I severed a costumer while I was waiting, I said ok bus is late then 7,8,9pm by now livid wanted to rip his head off and poop down his neck. At 11:00pm I called he pick up, I ripped a strip off him yelled at top of my lugs twice, I cut the partnership. I swore I would never have another partner again. After about a year late dumb move number 2, one night I went to my sisters exgirlfriend’s place at her new girlfriend’s home she’s a taxi driver. They said how’s business, I said I am dead on my feet I’m working 18 hours days 7 days a week. I said it would be nice to get even 4 hours a week to play hockey. Then the taxi driver says I have a 14 year old daughter (my gut said no but my body said yes.) I said, when can interview her. She said I’ll send her over next week I said ok. At this time I was farming out the mass printing. (By now I was dry no drinking.) for about 8 months everything was cool every Friday I was leaving at 6:00pm got home some of the work was done so I was happy, then it happened, one Friday I came home & my neighbor was waiting for me, said poop what happened to myself. My neighbor starts telling me everything that my relief was doing. I said look my team won’t make the playoff can I have till then, she says yes. Next week with tears in my eyes I had to tell my couch I had to quit.
So next Friday came when my worker walked in her smile got wiped off her face really fast. I paid her what I owed her & said bye. So now I was left cards to be folder and bagged. The paper was thick with no scoring. After I whipped my shoe across the apartment. Well they won’t get done with me sitting crying, let do this. The first 20 were garbage but I got better, my fingers bled every night. One night my foster dad came by I was drunk. He gets up as he walks towards the door, he turns & says, “Do you want to end up like your birth dad.” Something in my heart snapped & today I’m dry thank God.
Them I moved Ottawa and started all again, spending winters designing cards summers selling on the streets.
In 2003-2004 I really messed up, I over spent its my fault I admit it, when I saw my bank account & knew I needed to print more cards. I knew I messed up so I tried the bank I got refused. I went Pastors they put me with a man who helps people, he cause me more stress that I was physically ill, now I’m believe God for a miracle.
From 2004-2007 I spend 7 months editing & fixing my cards. Then I went crazy finding a good printer, it wasn’t easy but between my sister & a brother in the Lord & a leasing company I have a good printer. I had to release my help, plus I needed to prove to myself & others I could fold my cards, I did prove it. So now I rather get selling then sit & keep plugging away. So I asked my church and a few friends to help get me ready so I could work and make money instead of folding and packing. I’m happy with what I/we did a lot man hours went in to this batch. Now I’m selling cards Bank street Albert or email me. I screwed up my business I sent money to girls. More to be added later.
In 2008 I made 50,000 cards folded baged & now I'm selling the cards same spot.
More to be added later.
email meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
belair22@rogers.com
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At work.
thecardguyplusmoreandgraphics@rogers.com
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