350z: Help Me Sell For Music Project, Story Inside Need Help!!!!! on 2040-cars

Ok be prepared n to read a long story from a person who has horrible grammar and relies heavily on spell check as well and for sure nothing close to a great writer. I'm sure my writing may be something of a sleep aide for some. Well here goes anyway, sit back, relax and put on a pair of reading glasses if you struggle with vision or tired eyes. I am selling my car and the description will be at the end of the novel. A few years ago I had a good job (Well, for me that is) steady hours, good pay, and an awesome place to work. Everything was going good for what a crazy life I had endured until that point. A couple years before this time I was homeless and hungry (was down to 130 at 6 feet 5 inches tall formally 6'5" 195 so I was SUPER skinny) never knowing when I would eat. I had a few ladies at a couple different gas stations who would make me something at around 2 A.M.  on some nights which would be the only meal I would have. Yes, I know lots of people have endured the same thing I have or worse. I on the other hand; being as manly I as sometimes try, I am a very emotional person. I always felt nobody cared. I was a good guy. I didn't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I was just a product of a mother that has very bad clinical depression. 

By the way, if you are still reading at this point this is not a sob story. Just leading up to the actual reason you're here. I also don't mind to lay my life story out there, as pride has long moved on from my life. My aunt asked if I would like to move in if I could get a job within the week. Believe it or not, its hard to get a job when there is no number to call you at for the interview. I soon met my to be wife, moved to Nashville, and not long after we were expecting a baby. I was scared like no other. I had just begun to be able to take care of myself how the heck was I going to take care of a baby. My worries quickly faded when I saw my little girl born. I never realized how truly selfish I was until I first held her. I was now a dad! I  promised to be a great one, not that I was but I was sure gonna try.

A few weeks later we went to her first Dr. Appointment obviously not expecting anything but normal news. When the Dr. entered the room he looked straight at her head like something didn't seem right and after further examination he told us her skull plates had not separated like they were supposed to. He said sometimes the bone can grow together or he had a list of a few other things but all should be somewhat easily fixed. He recommended we go to Vanderbilt childrens hospital immediately. We headed straight there after the appointment. The Dr. did a CT scan and not long after sent us to a room for a few nights stay. Confused and not really knowing anything at this point; A group of Dr.s finally entered our room. The news we then got was something VERY unexpected. Our daughters head was not seperating because she had had a stroke. Talk about being floored. I didn't really know how fast you could begin to cry uncontrollably. How did this happen????I was beyond crushed. Everytime I thought I was done crying I started again. Going back to my NON-Sob story earlier, I thought the worst had happened when I was homeless. Even though I was skinny and hungry, I was healthy. Her frontal lob was gone, unrepairable. I rember going to the chapel they had there and praying relentlessly as they were going to ba able to "Fix her". On the last day we were basically sent home and other than a few Dr. appointments to set up, we were on our own. I could NOT let her down.

As I continue to write I didn't realize this was going to be this long but bare with me. One minute we are home having dinner trying to have some normalsy the next we are calling 911 for an abulance ride back to the hospital with anywhere from 1 seizure to 100 or more in a day. We watched her endure a lot over a couple years time She had sugery to get any kind of nutrition in her. When she got sick, we went to the hospital. We had at one point actually lost her.  I was in ICU with her ,exhausted, I was finally able to take a nap with pillows over my head only to wake up to about 10 doctors and nurses over her bed screaming out orders like an episode of Grey's Anatomy.  The amazing staff brought her back. She had contracted MRSA and while that is bad on adults it's so much worse on a sick child. 

Right at Christmas time we were back again. It started as a cold and then turned into a million different things and she was not even able to breathe on her own. I remembered the Doctors talking about Hospice but I had NO idea the time what that had meant.Nor did I wanna listen to anything they had to say. I just wanted her home. I thought she would be fine at home with us. Hospice was at home care to me, so I thought. The first night she was home I woke up to her coughing. The way her machines were placed my wife and my other family memebrs couldn't hear her, even though the were right beside her. I would have been the only one able too. I run downstairs only to see that she had thrown up in her oxygen mask. I quickly pulled it off, cleaned her face, and replaced it. I cheacked her o2 which was terribly low. 

We called the hospice nurse and the whole time her stats were dropping. I didn't want to listen to anybody about what Hospice was. I was in for a huge surprise. I remember the Nurse basically telling me it was time but I was in control of the Blue button. The Blue button was the power button to my daughters oxygen machine.  At 2:30am I turned off her oxygen machine. About three minutes later she took a large breath and let it out slowly in my arms. MY BABY WAS GONE. I held her and cried. This was not supposed to have happened. What happened???? Finally Drained and unable to cope I left the room. I put her lifeless body in my wife's arms and went upstairs. Apparently, with my exit Kylie started to breath again. The Nurse who was there had been doing Hospice for 30 years said she had NEVER seen anything like that. Her 02 (oxygen) level was at 10 or less and heart rate almost the same. No one could figure out what she was hanging on to. Her Grandmother was on her way; we thought she might be waiting for her or to be baptised. We had the minister come over and baptise her. She still kept breathing, waiting for something. I came downstairs and my wife asked if I had given my permission for Kylie to let go. I told her "who was I to give that kinda permission". I went upstairs and laid down to pray. I asked GOD to tell Kylie that I loved her more then anything and to let her know that she had my permission to go. Within a couple minutes my wife walked upsyairs and told me she had finally gone.  My little girl was gone. She was waiting for her daddy to tell her it was OK. That I would be OK. Earlier when I said I was homeless and felt alone my little girl had taken all that away. When I found out her condition I knew she was special and that I was there to take care of her. I knew my little girl could never hurt me and was to be my best friend. Man the talks we would have together. Could she here me???? I think so, maybe thats the parent and wishful thinking me but I like that story better. I lost something that day I will never have back. But I make a promise to her while I was praying that I would pursue my lifelong dream to become a recording artist and help those less fortunate like her friends at Special Kids. 

With that promise to her I can't stop now. I want nothing more than to help all of her friends at Special Kids and others like them. The money isn't as important to me as to help them. That is why I want so badly for this and any other song that I come out with to go somewhere.    So if you have read this story and are still here this is the deal: I am selling my car to invest in myself and honor Kylie Anne Hensley (RIP 2/8/2005-01/06/2008)  I now suffer from panic attacks and don't work now. I sell what can and take car of our other two kids. 

We got the car for an unreal price so, no, I don't have alot in it. We are selling lots of other things as well. I am working with Nathan Walters who used to be with the band called Plus One which was a Christian band. You can google them, and he is also a solo artist. I know anyone can make a diffence but with fame of some sort always draws more attention and if my music makes it I want to be able to visit kids in the hospital. I remember Rascal Flatts coming there to Vanderbuilt and to these sick kids they were larger than life as it was "Cool" to see this famous person.

  This is by no means a sob story nor should you take it like that. I am limited how I can get to where I am going so PLEASE bid on the car. You can also find me on Facebook just look up J. Case  .  I am wearing a blue sweater and it will say its a band page. It has my story there as well. Please if you don't bid tell others. I feel as if I am a begger but thats not my goal I have just have ran out of ideas but I do beleive in myself and my cause. Now it's time to sell everything and take a chance.   Thanks soooo much if you truly read the whole thing. I would have been snoozing a long time ago as my attention span is not equipped for this.                                  

Now, for the car! LOL! Its a 2003 Nissan 350Z Enthusiast Edition. It has power everything. 6 speed manual transmission and a newer after market clutch. Car has 103,000 miles and will go up some but no it won't be 150,000 if you win it lol. It runs great and has traction control, which you need with these cars in the rain and cruise control and also a kenwood cd player along with the factory cd player if you choose install it. You can have either the factory wheels or the black aftermarket wheels, up to you. Please call if you have any questions. At this point in time I am beyond tired of writing. I am a pecker when I type and when I peck I look at the keyboard the whole time. This story was actually written 4 years ago I am just now hitting submit to eBay (just kidding obviously). Thanks again sooo much! Please wish me luck as I am ready to get this started.                                                   I'm sure some will blast me for this, why I don't know but when you are limited on who you know and ways to get yourself out there this was at least worth a try. Doing boyband type music in a bar will get you thrown out lol. Well thanks again and sorry for the Novel.