On the road today here at ronbosroad.com. This the first blog post and the ronbosroad.com website is under construction. The website and blog are not officially online, but ronbosroad.com is a documentary so it is my job to present the facts and let you, the reader, take it from there.
As I write this blog post, I am in the California desert, living as I have for the past four years, in the back of my truck. My laptop and mobile phone run on solar power. Within fifty yards of my truck, there are at least fifteen other people who no longer have a permanent residence here in the United States. Those I know about, three are veterans like myself, two are senior women. All of us had jobs and homes. Not destitute. Just enough money to survive, not to live.
Last night was 35°F. A very cold night for seventy year old people to be sleeping outdoors. All of the people here know the harsh reality of being kicked to the street because the people they trusted and paid to prevent this from happening sold them out. Nearly every day I see obvious signs of American society coming apart at the seams, but nobody seems to care as long as everything is going fine in their personal life. Having most of my possessions taken away and left for dead on the side of the road has changed my outlook on things and given me the motivation to do something. I believe that when confronted with evil, you have to stand in the way to the best of your ability, especially if you have the ability and others do not.
Every night since I was run over by the semi truck in 2018, I have had injuries that appear to be permanent. As best as I can deduce, when the 40 ton semi truck hit me doing 50mph, I was knocked unconscious for about a minute and my left side was smashed against the truck door.
Ever since that day, the pain in my hips, left shoulder and arm make it impossible to sleep, especially in the back of a pickup truck, more than a couple hours at a time. Then I lie awake until the pain subsides. I can only lie down for about six hours before I have to get up and move around. After a sleepless night full of pain, I get up and walk four or five miles before sunrise. That gives me a lot of time to think. I don’t have a nice sit down breakfast so I put out the solar panel, fire up the laptop and put this here for you to consider.
If nothing happens, if I star in the movie version of “Ronbos Road” and become a multimillionaire, or the courageous State Police follow through on their threat to make me “the next veteran suicide”, I’m seventy years old. Whatever happens won’t last long. As a human being, this is all I can do.