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I'm related to Joseph Merrick (The Elephant Man). Go back my lineage four generations and he'd be my cousin.

I'm also a direct descendant of a myriad of Belgian royalty, and even some British royalty from the 13th century, going back to William the Conqueror.
 
I always get the response of no way when I tell people I'm a professional wrestler. No I don't wrestle for the big companies, but I wrestle for small Indy companies around the Kentucky-Tennessee region.
 
I accidentially rammed a bayonet into my forehead when I was a kid (about 10). Grabbed it, angrily chased my sister in the living room and stumled.

My grandmother threw me on the table, wiped the blood away, put a band aid on the wound and sent me on my way.

Can feel the dent in my skull to this day.
 
I always get the response of no way when I tell people I'm a professional wrestler. No I don't wrestle for the big companies, but I wrestle for small Indy companies around the Kentucky-Tennessee region.

Lol. That's pretty awesome. (the job, not the disbelief, of course)
 
It's Ben Graven, not Beng Raven or Ben G. Raven.

I know, stop the presses, but I do occasionally get people confused and call me "beng".

I suppose it doesn't help that I really like ravens so I use them for my avatar. Totally unrelated, believe it or not.

Also: my real name isn't Ben.

What a roller coaster of a post.
 
I had a tumor on my pituitary gland that had to be removed. Because of the extensive depressing effect it had on my mood, I had 17 treatments of ECT done. As a result of all of the brain tinkering, I illegitimately have no recollection of any event, detail or interaction from November 2015 to July 2016.... Nothing. It is a blank slate. It is as if I enjoyed my family thanksgiving and then I woke up the next day to a Californian summer.
 
I had a Top Secret Clearance with no HS diploma or a GED. Might be impossible to do anymore. Even when I joined up, only 0.5% of the recruits had even a GED. I had to get a waiver. On top of the to get my TS, I might be the only person since the draft to do it.
 
One time I was in handcuffs, behind my back, and I did that sweet move you see in movies where the guy goes under his feet with the cuffs so his hands are no longer behind his back.

The cop seemed amused and impressed at the same time.
 
Oh I just remembered,

Aged 3 I almost drowned in a pond. My dad was busy making a wire netting to go over the pond at the request of my mum, because she was worried one of the kids might drown in the pond.... He had his back turned and was on the other side of the garden for a few minutes whist he finished the net.

He turned around and found me floating face down in the water. He dragged me out and checked me over, I was still breathing anyway... dunno how long I was under for but I was OK. Dad stayed calm but my mum was screaming like a banshee, its the only time my dad ever slapped or hit my mum.
 
-I'm 20 years old, but everyone thinks I'm 15.

-Whenever I go somewhere during school hours everyone asks me why am I not in school and always assume I'm skipping or dropped out.

-I have an uncle that I'm 1 month older than, we just call each others cousins so we don't have to explain ourselves to people.

-I force my self to eat a lot of food to try and gain weight, but it doesn't work and I'm still only 130lbs.
 
At age 2-3 I was briedly 'kidnapped' from a McDonald's in downtown Manhattan by a crazy homeless/addict woman who brought me to some crack house/heroine den. Another homeless/addict man there knew something was up and managed to convince her to tell him where she got me and let him being me back. She followed him there continuously screaming and crying "my baby, they taking my baby". I have no idea what happened to her. My dad was a mess, obviously. I remember certain parts of it despite the age. They gave me a million happy meal toys and I was a minor celebrity there for a few years lol.

My dad dropped his wallet during all of the chaos. The man who brought me back returned it to him. It was full of cash. He always liked carrying cash for whatever reason. He gave it all to the man and went to the spot where he panhandled for a decade continually bringing him food, extra clothes, birthday gifts, Xmas gifts, cash etc. That guy ended up on our actual corner by pure coincidence many years later when I was in my early 20's. I'd buy him coffee and a bagel every morning on my way out to work and sit and have a smoke with him. Called himself Ray. One day he was gone. No idea what happened. We tried to do more... He didn't want it. Dude maybe saved my life and I know we changed his.

So that's my crazy tale. I wish I could see him again.

NYC wasn't pretty in the 80's. Watch documentaries about it in the 70's/80's for some real interesting shit. I was in a very nice area (decent then, great now) and I remember it well. The difference between now and then is unreal.

This was a legit interesting/crazy/happy/sad story.

Correctomundo's post was ace too. Beyond amazing how "weird" our brains can function sometimes.
 
At age 2-3 I was briedly 'kidnapped' from a McDonald's in downtown Manhattan by a crazy homeless/addict woman who brought me to some crack house/heroine den. Another homeless/addict man there knew something was up and managed to convince her to tell him where she got me and let him being me back. She followed him there continuously screaming and crying "my baby, they taking my baby". I have no idea what happened to her. My dad was a mess, obviously. I remember certain parts of it despite the age. They gave me a million happy meal toys and I was a minor celebrity there for a few years lol.

My dad dropped his wallet during all of the chaos. The man who brought me back returned it to him. It was full of cash. He always liked carrying cash for whatever reason. He gave it all to the man and went to the spot where he panhandled for a decade continually bringing him food, extra clothes, birthday gifts, Xmas gifts, cash etc. That guy ended up on our actual corner by pure coincidence many years later when I was in my early 20's. I'd buy him coffee and a bagel every morning on my way out to work and sit and have a smoke with him. Called himself Ray. One day he was gone. No idea what happened. We tried to do more... He didn't want it. Dude maybe saved my life and I know we changed his.

So that's my crazy tale. I wish I could see him again.

NYC wasn't pretty in the 80's. Watch documentaries about it in the 70's/80's for some real interesting shit. I was in a very nice area (decent then, great now) and I remember it well. The difference between now and then is unreal.

Mcdonalds on canal street?
 
I had a rare condition as a baby called Kawasaki Disease in which the blood vessels throughout the body become inflamed, in my case I had severe inflammation of the coronary arteries and was very close to death. I had to take daily medication until I was 10 years old to cure it. My Mom told me that it was so rare at the time that the doctors asked her if they could take pictures of my symptoms for their records.

Not really unbelievable I guess but it's all I could think of.
 
I had a rare condition as a baby called Kawasaki Disease in which the blood vessels throughout the body become inflamed, in my case I had severe inflammation of the coronary arteries and was very close to death. I had to take daily medication until I was 10 years old to cure it. My Mom told me that it was so rare at the time that the doctors asked her if they could take pictures of my symptoms for their records.

Not really unbelievable I guess but it's all I could think of.

Is it named after you?
 
I once had to break up a fight between 2 friends because the one slept with the other ones girlfriend who happened to be one of the twins who was the baby in 3 Men and a Baby.
 
I was obsessed with Pootie Tang as a kid and watched it every chance I got. I think because I was so young I assigned meaning to his slang, and used the phrases often. My parents and their friends just thought it was funny, and other kids were often weirded out but some found it amusing and while I was teased about it it was never especially malicious and never gave me much trouble.

That is until I started looking for work. I actually got my degree debt-free by working while going to school full-time and going to community college for electives, but I ended up taking out a sizable loan after being convinced that I wasn't being taken seriously in interviews because of the way I talked. At this point it was 20+ years of habit to drop in Pootie'a words when appropriate, and especially if I got nervous it was hard to filter my speech. I am able to control it now though.


Also I chew an entire pack of gum nearly every day.
 
I have seen The Empire Strikes Back over 100 times.
I have accidentally wandered into a scene starring Johnny Depp while going for a walk.
I was the hostage in a bank robbery.
I've done horizontal loops in a small plane that I was piloting.
My great great grandmother was alive when I was born.
I share a name with a famous person.
 
Our neighbor ran over both my legs in his big truck when I was around 4 or 5 and I was fine. No breaks, not fractures, just bruises. Maybe young bones are flexible or somethin'.,
 
I invented the question mark.

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I've met Bill Clinton, and he shook my foot.

Part of me says to just leave it at that, but I'll explain.

It was, if memory serves, September of 1992. I had just turned 6. My father was covering a sports game in another state but had to come home early due to his laptop being destroyed by an errant foul ball. So, we went to his office to pick him up (he'd gotten a ride from the airport to the office).

As we waited for my father, we noticed a surprising amount of people waiting outside the main entrance. Normally it was pretty empty. My father came out and picked me up, putting me on his shoulders, and then we wandered over to see what was up.

As it so happened, candidate Bill Clinton was there for an interview that had just finished, and was doing the whole shaking hands and kissing babies routine outside. Somehow we got into the crowd, and found ourselves face to face with him.

He looked up at me, and went, "Hi, I'm Bill Clinton!"

And I, emboldened by the fact that I was on my father's shoulders, said proudly, "Hi, I'm (my name), and I'm taller than you!"

It was quite obvious, even to me, that this was not the reaction he expected. He paused for a moment, and then laughed. Not a fake laugh, but one of those "this cheeky kid" sort. He then reached up and shook my right foot.

Which, I should add, was bare, because for some reason my mother let me walk around this area barefoot.

So, yeah, when I was 6, Bill Clinton shook my foot after I gave him a cheeky answer.
 
I've cut open a man's head and removed his brain.

It was for a cadaveric anatomy class. We started with fresh cadavers, and I was on brain duty
 
My full name with title and honourifics is Sir Lord Shadow-Justice-Oversecretary Wallace Philistine-Willinhiem Cuthbert Thrappleper the 49th, 49th heir to the family estate of Warfordshire in Kensington-on-Stoke. Personal under-squire and confidant of her Majesty Elizabeth II, or Lizzy, as we've become close chim-chums of late.
 
That raises even more questions.

Long story short... I was 15 at the time. The year prior, my parents had become addicted to cocaine, pissed away their careers, pissed away their savings, pissed away their retirement funds and pissed away our house. We had moved into an apartment... but we lost that too.

My parent's drug dealers felt sort of guilty about the whole thing, so they invited us to come stay with them at a hotel.

Things were going sort of good until one day our room's door came flying open and FBI agents came swarming in. I was sitting in a chair, with a blanket wrapped around me. One of the agents aimed his gun at me and shouted at me to remove my hands from under the blanket. I did so.

They then took all the adults and started questioning them. I wasn't questioned, curiously enough.

Turns out the drug dealers had been robbing banks. Thankfully my parents weren't involved (though we were probably benefiting from the robberies since the hotel rooms were paid for by the dealers). My parents were let go and their dealers were arrested.

I'm so fucking lucky my parents weren't arrested or whatever. That would have sucked DICK

Anyway, we were kicked out of the hotel and had to sleep outside for a bit. Until my parents could scratch up enough money from unemployment to get us a hotel room somewhere else.

Anyway, that sucked.


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I had coffee with Stephen King.

What was that like?
 
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