Author Sidebar: You can't beat this disease alone. You must receive some kind of support. I was fortunate because I received support from family, friends, co-workers, church, healthcare team, school, and the community.

Here is a collage that represents just a few of the many people who helped me -- either with my recovery, my upbringing, or with writing my book.

Support: Family, Friends, Work, Community

DeWayne-Support-Family-Friends-Work-Community

p.s. There are a lot more people that I acknowledged in my book (page iv), including family, friends, and people from work (Xerox), local churches, community groups, health providers, school, and my hometown (Farrell). Some of you aren't even aware of how you helped me!

So, click on the following link to view the list (at the bottom of this web page): Acknowledgements.

p.s. Although I can't recall everyone who helped me, some of you may be surprised to see your name or the name of someone you know in the list ...

My Mother: Minnie (Talbert) McCulley

There is no doubt in my mind that if my mother (Minnie L. Talbert McCulley) had not gotten on a plane and come to Rochester to take care of me, I would still be taking insulin. In fact, given what I now know about diabetes and how the drugs actually affect the body and fuel the diabetes, I'm certain that I would either be in a wheelchair or worse: pushin' up the daisies  :-( ...

My mother (Minnie Lou Talbert McCulley), my daughter (Cynthia), my sister Marguerite (aka Margo) and my brother (Greg) were instrumental in helping me after I got out of the hospital, playing a major role in my miraculous recovery.

My brother was instrumental in getting the local churches and the entire community to pray for me while I was in the coma. Needless to say, those prayers were answered! (Thanks, Greg!)

My sister took time off her job to fly up from Cleveland to help my mother take care of the house and help me with chores around the house, including grocery shopping. (Thanks, Margo!)

Their unselfish efforts continue to inspire me and fuel my passion to help other diabetics in this country and around the world.

Unfortunately, diabetes is running rampant in our country, especially with African-Americans and other ethnic groups, many of whom are doomed because of their apathy, lack of knowledge, and living in denial.

But, I was not doomed to the same fate because my mother refused to allow the disease to take my life.

After I got out of the hospital, my mother and sister arrived at my house and didn’t waste any time in getting the house in order. They inspected each room and quickly identified a set of activities that needed to get done.

In addition, because of the information they had received from my daughter Cynthia, they concluded that it was imperative to collect all of my unopened snack foods, desserts, beverages, and junk food and return them to the grocery store. They made me pack up my cakes, pies, potato chips, sodas, TV dinners, cookies, bottled juices, etc. and return them to the Wegman’s grocery store! This was quite embarrassing, but what choice did I have? Face my mother? It was easier to face the store clerk. :-)

When the store clerk saw the three carts of food that I was returning, she asked me why. I meekly whispered and pointed to my mother who was standing behind me with a stern look on her face. I think the clerk felt sorry for me, so she accepted the returned food and gave me a store credit of almost $250! During the next month, I didn’t have to pay for any food that I bought from the store. Thanks to my mother and the Wegman’s grocery store, it was financially beneficial for me to eat healthy!

My mother felt it was necessary that I learn how to cook properly so she wrote several recipes for some of her dishes (Ironically, these recipes helped me to write a diabetes cookbook years later!). My mother and my sister both showed me how easy it was to prepare a healthy breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner in very little time. They also dragged me to other stores to purchase other items such as the Foreman Grill, a blender, a nonstick frying pan, and a steamer.

During my diabetes workshops and corporate wellness classes, people ask me all the time how I was able to turn around my bad eating habits so quickly. I point out that it wasn’t really me – it was my mother, my daughter, and my sister who drove all of the changes.

Hmm-mm . . . three women – I didn’t have a fighting chance now that I think about it. They didn’t feel sorry for me when we went grocery shopping. They would go up and down each aisle at least 3 times while I held onto the grocery cart because my legs were so weak.

There were many times when I just wanted to rest, but they would always have something that needed to get done: go to the store, clean out the garage, clean the bedrooms, do the laundry . . . I truly believe that they were trying to kill me while enjoying it at the same time. :-) Ironically, my doctor believes this push from them and not feeling sorry for me may have accelerated my healing.

When I would visit my endocrinologist and other doctors, they would remind me that I should be dead -- that it was impossible for me to have recovered so quickly. They told me it would be impossible for me to remain off insulin.

When I mentioned to my mother that the doctors keep telling me that everything is impossible, my mother said: "With people it's impossible, but with God all things are possible." Matthew 19:26

But the doctors were very concerned that I would eventually lapse into another coma. I told my mother what the doctors had said: "According to medical science, you should be dead. According to medical science, you should have lost one or both feet to amputation. According to medical science, you should . . ."

My mother interrupted me and said: "Boy, you tell them doctors that there is a science (listen to me now) . . . there is a science that is bigger, much bigger than medical science - that science, boy, is called God's science, and you tell them doctors that God's science can fix any disease. Besides, God has other plans for you now."

At that time, I didn't understand what plans my mother was referring to. Anyhow, after about two weeks, my mother and sister felt that they had accomplished what needed to get done, so they returned home.

Amazingly, after 3.5 months, I was off the insulin and the other drugs! Thanks to my mother, daughter and sister ...

I got lucky -- my mother says "blessed" -- to beat the disease such that, according to the doctor's medical tests, I no longer required any insulin or other drugs! Somehow, I had saved my eyes, my kidneys, and, my legs from amputation.

But, my mother kept telling me that my journey was not over, that it was just beginning.

But I thought it was over. (You would think that by now I would have learned that my mother was always right in these matters. :-)

However, when I returned to work (from disability), the next part of my journey started -- just as my mother predicted ... the office visits from other diabetics ... the church speeches ... the diabetic support groups ... the American Diabetes Association (ADA) ... the newspaper article ... being interviewed on radio, then TV ... writing the book ...

Because of my engineering and technical writing background, I was able to complete my medical research and write a report about my successful bout with diabetes, the life-threatening blood clots and near death.

I shared my testimony (and personal medical report) with several black churches, my mother's church, and the American Diabetes Association. That led to other presentations to churches and community groups, but people wanted to know more than what was written in the report. Eventually that led me to develop a manuscript about my experience with diabetes.

But, after I had completed the manuscript, I couldn't find a publisher to publish and print my book! My mother told me to be patient -- that God would find a publisher for me.

I said: "OK, mother, but I don't think God is really thinking about my book ..."

My mother just smiled and said, "Have some faith, son."

Then, one day, a small publisher in South Carolina called me and said that they would publish my book! The irony is that this publisher resided in a town (Charleston) near where my mother was born in South Carolina!

My mother said "Son, that's just God ..."

Then, about 4 months later, this small publisher was bought out by Amazon.com! Amazon.com contacted me and told me that they loved the unique book cover -- but, a marketing company thought I should consider going with bright happy colors and get rid of the word "Death" -- to help increase my sales. They said that there are no successful wellness books with a black cover.

When I told my mother what the marketing experts said, she said: "Son, there is at least one well-known book that has a black cover -- it's called the Bible."

So, I kept the black cover, the picture of the cemetery on the cover, and the word "Death" in the title.

And, the rest is history ... Sales just took off, and now the book is one of the top-selling diabetes books in the country!"

My mother told me: "God truly does work in mysterious ways: All these years you've been working in Corporate America as an engineer, God was preparing you for this moment -- to help people beat this disease. Son, your book is going to save lives!"

Thanks, Ma ...

Author's Note: My mother felt that God spared my life, and that I needed to make some drastic changes. My mother didn't care that I was a grown man, and she didn't care if she hurt my feelings. When we were growing up, both my mother and father were strict disciplinarians. This was my mother's way of showing that she was in charge and that she loved us. :-)

Even now, after all these years, I can still hear my mother's voice, telling me to continue reaching out to help people ...

She believed that if I continue to reach out, that others will see my sincerity to help others and then they will share my story.

Here is a short video clip of me talking about how my mother (and daughter) saved my life.

The Author's Story of "Blessings"
(My Mother's Perspective)

During our diabetes workshops, lectures, and training classes, someone always asks me how I survived a diabetic coma and defeated my diabetes. I always say the same thing: "I'm alive today for 3 reasons: (1) God, (2) my mother, and (3) my daughter.               [See video above].

My story of recovery from a diabetic coma, a 1337 blood glucose level, and 4 insulin shots a day was due to a series of accidents or coincidences that I still can't explain.

I spent more than 25 years in Corporate America working in various fields of engineering, using software, electronics and the latest technologies to design systems, UIs, and diagnostics and solve very complex technical problems. But, despite all of my knowledge and experience, I still can't explain these "accidents" (or "coincidences") without sounding a little bit like a nut case.

However, my mother didn't believe in accidents or coincidences. She told me: "Son, you need to stop calling these things accidents or coincidences. They're not. They're "blessings" from God Almighty."

At the time, I didn't really believe my mother, but, I didn't tell her that because I didn't want to peel myself off the wall. :-) So, I just nodded in agreement with her.

For a summary of my story from my mother's perspective and the 10+ "blessings" that changed my life, refer to the following post on my Death to Diabetes Blog at: 

http://deathtodiabetes.blogspot.com/2014/02/authors-story-my-mothers-perspective.html

How My Father Helped Me Beat Diabetes

My father (Melcan M. McCulley) was a very strict disciplinarian, who believed in using the rod and not spoiling the child. :-)

My father worked in the steel mill for many years, but because of layoffs, he also worked as a house painter and wallpaper-hanger. My father (and mother) both worked multiple jobs; and, they expected us to do well at our job -- going to school. My father expected us to bring home A's and B's; and, if you didn't, you usually paid for it with a warm bottom. I quickly learned that it was easier to get As in school than have to deal with the wrath of my father.

I didn't care much for my father's strictness while I was growing up, but it helped me to deal with life's inequities, biases, and "isms", and learn how to excel despite the odds.

Because there were so many of us (6 brothers and 2 sisters), my father didn't believe in hand-outs. We had to mow neighbors' lawns, shovel snow, work the farm, and paint houses to earn money. Also, my mother worked as a cleaning woman, seamstress, and business manager for a clothing store. As a result, my parents gave us a strong work ethic.

My father taught my brothers and I how to do mathematics in our head. For example, he would ask one of us to multiple 2 numbers, or convert a fraction to decimal, or take a percentage of a number. After years of this, by the time I got to junior high school, math came pretty easy to me.

As a result, I took algebra, geometry, trigonometry, physics, chemistry, and calculus in junior and senior high school -- preparing me for the SATs, and enabling me to get a fully-paid scholarship to Penn State. Also, because of my strong math aptitude, I did very well in engineering school and became a member of Eta Kappa Nu, the Electrical Engineering Honor Fraternity at Penn State.

Ironically, it was my strong math aptitude that helped me deal with collecting and analyzing the blood glucose data, and using the data to not only control my diabetes, but to use the data to help reverse the disease!

Thanks to my father ...

Thanks, Pops ...

More Support from Family

I also received emotional and spiritual support from my brothers and sisters, especially Gregory and Margo. Plus, there were my Uncle Claude and Aunt Vonnie (Talbert), who were always there when we were growing up. 

               Gregory McCulley & Margo Campbell

Gregory McCulley and Margo Campbell: DeWayne's Brother and Sister

My sister, Margo, took time off her job and flew in from Cleveland to help me with the house and with grocery-shopping and preparing meals.

FYI: My brother, Gregory, also went to Penn State (as did my daughter). I'm a little disappointed that Penn State has ignored my emails and phone calls, failing to reach out to me even after I've tried to explain how they could help millions of people. Yet, every year, they still send me letters to donate to the university and/or alumni association! ... 

Interestingly, Gregory has his own inspirational story of recovery from depression, insomnia and drugs.

He has written 2 magazine articles about his bout with depression and also appeared on a local TV show so that he can help other people with depression.

Here are links to Greg's websites and Facebook pages to help others and promote his message of hope:

Defeat Depression Website (webs.com)

Greg McCulley (webs.com)

Greg's Wellness Corner (webs.com)

Defeat Depression and Insomnia (Facebook Page)

Greg's Wellness Corner (Facebook Page)

YouTube Video of Greg Speaking

Uncle Claude and Aunt Vonnie (Talbert)

FYI: When I was growing up, I was a pretty good artist. I had an uncle (Uncle Claude) who taught me how to draw freehand. My art teacher in junior high school said that I had real talent.

In fact, the art teacher picked me along with several other kids to draw and paint a huge mural painting that was put on the big wall of the cafeteria in our junior high school. 

I'm not sure I ever shared that story with my uncle ...

Below is a photo of my Uncle Claude (my mother's brother) and Aunt Vonnie. They have no idea how important they were to my upbringing.

Thank you, Uncle Claude.

Thank you, Aunt Vonnie.

Uncle Claude and Aunt Vonnie Talbert
Uncles and My Mother (Talbert Family)

My Mother and Uncles

This is a photo of my mother (Minnie Talbert McCulley) and her brothers (my uncles):
-- Uncle Claude Talbert
-- Uncle Russell Talbert
-- Uncle Charles Talbert
-- Uncle Rallie Talbert

Also, I had an Uncle Wee Henderson on my father's side of the family (I think "Wee" was short for William). He had a big farm out in the country outside a town called Wheatland.

My father and Uncle Wee had me and my brother next to me (Fuzzy) and our cousins (Todd Henderson, Butch McCurdy) work the farm every summer and sometimes during the fall and early spring. Because of that farm (and my father's garden in the backyard), we ate very well. My mother did a lot of canning at that time.

Of course, as children, we didn't really see it that way. We thought that "farm" food was the food that poor people ate, while rich people bought their food from the grocery store. It's kind of ironic, when I think about that today ...

My Daughter (Cynthia)

As I mentioned earlier, my daughter played an instrumental role in my recovery; and, so did her mother (Carol J. Austin). For more details, refer to the Help from My Daughter web page.

Carole, Chloe & Cynthia

Cynthia, Carol and Chloe

Thank you, Daughter; and, thank you Carole ...

People from Xerox

There were a lot of people from my job at Xerox who helped with my recovery and helped me with my book. 

My managers and their people ran the organization without a hitch while I was on disability. As a result, there was no need for me to rush back to work. This was key because it gave me more time to recover from the diabetic coma and other health problems.

Here is a picture of our Xerox DocuTech Service Diagnostics & Dialog team (SDD) -- a lot of intelligent and good people in this photo ...

Bottom Row (L to R): John Stein ("Elton John"), Kris Schneider., Peter Tichacek., Pat Petti, Jim Guenter, Gary Vollmar, Gary Pecor, Tim McKay, and Ken Cigna.

Middle Row: Pam Priest, Marian Kachmaryk, Barb Bauman, Kim Ciulla, DocuTech UI, Monica Watson, ?, Linda DeMay, Valerie Marotta, and George Slack.

Top Row: Denny Berman, ?, Fred Morton, ?, ?, ?, ?, ?, Ricky Branner, ?, Joe Rouhana, ?, DeWayne McCulley, Larry Peck, and Nelson Bright. 

Acknowledgements 

There were so many people that I had to acknowledge for helping me with my recovery; and, also, helping me to write my first book.

So, I created an Acknowledgements page in my book (page iv) to identify and recognize the people who helped me. When my Mother saw the list, she asked me why I didn't include the people from my childhood and teenage years.  Then, she gave me some names ... actually, a lot of names! :-) 

And, several people who were proofreading my book gave me more names; and, my daughter gave me some names ... But, I ran out of room on the page, so I abbreviated a lot of the names.

So, the first list of names is the shortened list of names that's in the book. But, the list after that (at this link) is the original list of names from my Mother (including people from Farrell, Sharon, Youngstown, Pittsburgh, Penn State, Rochester, and Xerox with some additional names that I added after I republished my book 7 years later.

p.s. As I mentioned before, although I can't recall everyone who helped me in one way or another, some of you may be surprised to see your name or the name of someone you know in the list ...

Shorter List of Names

I am truly indebted to so many people for my recovery, upbringing and writing my first book ...

p.s. Since I know that I missed some names, please let me know and I'll gladly have them added. 

Family: My mother, my sister Marguerite (Margo), and my daughter Cynthia who helped me through my recovery; my mother and my brother Gregory who went to the churches to ask them to pray for me while I was in the coma; Cynthia’s mother and my ex: Carole, Theresa; and her grandfather and grandmother (Mrs. & Mrs. Melvin Austin)

Brothers and Sisters: Melvin (Fuzzy), Donald, Greg, Marguerite, Michael, Veronica, and Yvonne 

FYI: When I was growing up, I remember Grandma Sally Talbert (my mother's mother) would make apple pies for me and my brother Fuzzy. (Yeah, that's right -- his name was Fuzzy ...)  :-)

Fuzzy was the athlete in the family. I was "the brains" -- mainly because I wasn't that good with sports. However, I was good with math, so I kept the statistics for a lot of us kids in the neighborhood. I kept track of things like home runs during the summer and touchdowns during the winter; and, I would calculate averages.

Ironically, keeping track of all these statistics made me even better at math. I was also a pretty good artist. I had an art teacher in junior high school who said that I had real talent with drawing -- thanks to my Uncle Claude who taught me how to draw freehand. 

In fact, the art teacher selected me along with several other kids to draw and paint a huge mural painting that was put on the big wall of the cafeteria in our junior high school.

Relatives: Uncle Claude, Aunt Vonnie, lots of cousins from my mother's side of the family (lots of Talberts :-), Jacobs), cousins from my father's side of the family (Hendersons, Jacksons, McCurdy).

Medical: My doctor, the ambulance team, and the hospital nurses and doctors who never gave up despite my being so close to death.

Farrell, 2nd Baptist Church: People from my hometown and church who helped us while we were growing up: Uncle Claude, Aunt Vonnie, Aunt Gussie Henderson, Ms. Bloodsaw, Ms. Wiley, Ms. Dunnavant, Ms. Ragster, Ms. Malloy, Ms. James, Ms. M. Saunders, Ms. Brodie, Deacon Daniels, Deacon Ragster, Deacon Wilkins, Deacon Wiley, Pastor Collins; Philip, Selma, Brian, Vick, Beverly, Tyrone, Lonnie, Hugh, Rickie, John, Thomas, Robert, Danny, Todd, Butch, Rich, ...

FYI: 2nd Baptist helped me overcome my fear of speaking publicly by making me the church announcer during my teenage years.

Sorry! I know that I missed a lot of people! Please don't get upset with me if I missed someone's name -- instead, please send me your name or the name of the person that I forgot.

School/College: My high school teachers and college professors: Ms. Batten, Ms. Davis, Ms. Jankovich, Mr. Husnick, Mr. Bohach, Mr. Gargano,Mr. Phillips, Mr. John Houlihan . . .

Xerox: Various co-workers, friends/associates and people from work who provided their insights and continued to encourage me: Andrea, Ed B., Larry P., John P., Ray, Marcella, Thomas, Jim, Pam P., Daryl, Doug, Art, Joyce, Rick, Linda, Barb, Dave, Javier, Daryl A.,John H., James, Gary, Russ, Donna, Richard C., Vanessa, Terrie, Valerie, Sandy, Fred, John S. ("Elton John"); Gloria, Joe N., Bert, Helen, Keith, Sandra, Carlo, Nancy L., Ellie, Anita, Dana, Kathy, Ron, Linda, John H, Jean B., Renee, Peter, Bill V., Chip, Tony; three of my Xerox managers Ted, Pat and Nelson; Dr. R. Williams, Dr. Dawn, Ron, Barb F.

Community Health Organizations: People involved with the American Heart Association, American Diabetes Association, Kidney Foundation, and the diabetic support groups that I facilitated: Alfreda, Beverly, Duncan, Tamiko, Pat B., Michael, Helen, Marion, Pat, Christina, Margaret, Alvin, Mary, Rena, Audrey, Eric, Valerie, Ruby, May, Dorothy, Annie, Loretta, Ryan V.A., Dana, Jen, Bri, Jessica.

Health & MLM Groups: People from churches, colleges, companies, wellness groups, community organizations, who provided contacts, references, encouragement, support, and the opportunity to speak publicly: Sally R., Dr. Shirley, Sue S., Dr. Lynn, Sue F., Cy F., P.J., Juanita, Debbie, Rev. Mackey, Audrey, Bob, Rose; George, Professor Dan, Linda, Nelson, Carol, Elaine, James, Joe, Sarah, Bernard, Dianne, Dorothy, Phantom Chef, Dr. Rita G., Dr. Raj, Dr. Samikkannu, Dr. DiPrima, Dr. Bayer, Dr. Kalidas, Nalita, Dr. Les Moore, Rev. J. Cherry, Deniece Y.

Pittsburgh, Rochester: People who have helped after the book/DVD were released: Sylvia & Joe Provenza, John & Barbara Smith, Dr. Courtney, Sue & Cy F., PJ E., Tasso S., Charlie Fox, Bill Norwood, Neil & Barb B., Rich Selby, Trina S., Mike H.; Kelly, Tina, Sharon, Janet, Ethel 

The Original List of Names (+ Updates) 

Family: Cynthia, Greg McCulley, Jan Pegram-McCulley, Margo Campbell, Theresa McCulley, Carole Austin, Melvin & Dorothy Austin, Andrea Wright, Mr. & Ms. Bunch, Kenny Bunch, Darlene Bunch; Grandma Sally Talbert, Uncle Claude Talbert, Aunt Vonnie Talbert, Audra Talbert, Coquie Talbert, Feance Talbert, Boogie Talbert, Rodney Talbert, Uncle Rallie, Uncle Charles, Uncle Russell, Vincent Talbert, Morris Talbert Jr, ++ Talberts;
Shane Austin, Aunt Goon, Cheri Jacobs, Aunt Dorothy, Aunt Viola, Willie McCurdy, Renee McCurdy, DeVonna Austin- Childress, Keith Austin, Annie Getter, Curtis Gilchrist, Donna Haire, Uncle Wee Henderson, Aunt Gussie Henderson, Todd Henderson, Beverly Henderson Powell, Vanessa Henderson, Aunt Delores Jackson, Janice Jackson, Francine Jackson, Lolly Jackson,

Brothers and Sisters: Melvin (Fuzzy), Donald, Greg, Marguerite, Michael, Veronica, and Yvonne

Farrell, Sharon, Youngstown, +: Danny Antos, Jacqueline Askerneese-Gill, Paul B?, ? Bloodsaw, Willie Blue, Harry Boatner, Ray Brodie, Jennifer L. Campbell,? Cromartie, Richard Rick Ellebie, Steven Ellerbe, Atlas Ford, ? Gilchrist, Jim Haas, ? Hailstock, ? Holden, ? Hosey, Audree Jackson, Robert Jackson, Monica James, Marcie James, Janice?, Cleo? Johnson, Lavern Johnson, ? Johnson, Marla B Johnson, Lonnie Malloy, Yvonne Malloy-koufou, Robert McClain, Hugh McGinnis, Tom Pedas, Renee Ragster, Phil Sanders, Selma Sanders-West, Brian Sanders, Briank Sanderssr, Reggie Sanders, Mr. Sanders & Ms. Bishop Martha Sanders, Debra Self, Debra J Thomas, Sylvana Thomas, Robert Townsend, Carolyn Ward, Vick Webb, Tyrone Williams, Willette Walker (Willette Williams); (I apologize but I just can't remember the names ... I can see their faces, but, I can't recall their names ... Can some of you from Farrell help me?)

2nd Baptist Church: Ms. Bloodsaw, Ms. Wiley, Ms. Dunnavant, Ms. Ragster, Ms. Malloy, Ms. James, Ms. Sanders, Ms. Brodie, Deacon Daniels, Deacon Ragster, Deacon Wilkins, Deacon Wiley, Pastor Collins, and so many others ...

Farrell/Penn State Teachers: Ms. Batten, Ms. Davis, Ms. Jankovich, Mr. Husnick, Mr. Bohach, Mr. Gargano, Mr. Phillips, Prof. John Houlihan; and, so many more! (I just can't remember their names .. Can someone help me here?)

Rochester, Pittsburgh +: Aenon Baptist Church, Edward Albeg, Ryan Todd Van Alstyne, Sylvester Anderson, Sue McCann Banonis, Gloria Allen-Bartholomew, Barb Bauman, Neil Bauman, Anita Bawl, Dr. Bayer, Karen Beck, Pam Bice, Carolyn Blount, Temple Boggs, Patricia Briggs, Allan Brown, Hollise Mitter Brown, Eddie Delano Bryant, Pastor Annie Burris or Burns, Tamiko Byrd, Doremus Carter, Kelly Chen, Rev. J. Cherry, James Cherry Jr., Dr. Courtney, Sandi DeWispelaere, Dr. DiPrima, PJ Estevez, Garth Fagan, Fiona Fine, Cy and Sue Fetzner, Ron Flowers, Andrea Flowers?, Charlie Fox, Barb Franklin, Beverly Gaines, Dr. Rita Carol Gaither, Bert Gamory, Liz Moore Groat, Allen Gundlach, John? Hamilton, Fred Harrell, Maggie Harris, Norma Holland, Julius D Jackson, Dr. Kalidas/Nalita, Ron Kurimsky, Katiuscia Lanza Baldwin, Denise Lawson, Audrey Leonard, Sallie Leonard, Lori's Natural Foods, Dr. Lynn, Naseem Maat, Rev. Mackey, Janet Malone, Abe Marion, Keisha? McCullough, Adam McFadden, Audrey Meadows, Mood Maker Bookstore, Eileen Moore, Les Moore, Martin Moore, Mount Olivet Baptist Church, Nanette Nocon, Bill Norwood, Wade Norwood, Alfreda Peters, Dr. Shirley Piccarreto, Ken Preston, Sylvia & Joe Provenza, Steven Prussack, Jan Scott Avent Ransom,Dr. Raj, Juanita Reid, Tasso S., Dr. Samikkannu, Chuck Scarpulla, Rich Selby, Trina Selby, Erin St Claire Shreve, John & Barbara Smith, Tammi Smith, Lori M Sozio, Dennis Snipe, Sue Staropoli, Norm Sullivan, John Dutch & Jayne Summers, Garland Sweeney, Maureen Vassel, Fred Ventress, Mary Lynn Vickers (Phantom Chef), Wegmans, Richard Williams, Ethel Wilson, Deniece Young; Health organizations; Churches

Xerox Diagnostics Team:
Bottom Row (L to R): John Stein ("Elton John"), Kris Schneider., Peter Tichacek, Pat Petti, Jim Guenter, Gary Vollmar, Gary Pecor, Tim McKay, and Ken Cigna.
Middle Row: Pam Priest, Marian Kachmaryk, Barb Bauman, Kim Ciulla, DocuTech UI, Monica Watson, ?, Linda DeMay, Valerie Marotta, and George Slack.
Top Row: Denny Berman, ?, Fred Morton, Gordon Sandgren?, ?, ?, ?, ?, Ricky Branner, Roger Fields?, Joe Rouhana, ?, DeWayne McCulley, Larry Peck, and Nelson Bright.

Xerox People That Joined Our Group Later or Worked With Us: Daryl Atwood, Jocelyn Basley, Bernard Heroux Jr, Sue Holmes, John Paroda, Andrea Rivers, Aaron Sanders, Thomas Silver (Naomi Sliver), John Wehrle, Tracy Whitefield; Mitch Adams, Cecil Bartholomew, Jean Beasley, Fred Bertoni, Paul Butterfield, JD Cain, Lou Cardinale, Renee Carter, William Castle; John Childs, Pam Childs; Richard Clarke, Vanessa Clarke, Reggie Clarke; Kenneth Corpus, Dennis Cowley, Nancy Crispino, Dave Crocker, Cynthia Davis-Jones, Linda DeMay, Helen DeNero, Sharon Doescher Kaisen, Art Duncan, Joyce Duncan, John Elter, Anthony M Federico, Sandra Glanton, Carlo Glotzbach, Howard Griff Griffin, Duke Hamilton, Patrick Hanna, George Hayden, John Hill, Maurice Holmes, Chip Holt, Janice Howard, Randy Hube, Jim Hutchinson, David Ingalls, Nancy McElroy Ingalls, Linda Isaacson Fedele, Peter James, Cynthia Jameson, Javier ?, Keith Johnson, Lois Jones, John Kavazanjian, Ken Kaizen, Karen Kay, Bobby Kirven, Tom Krissel, Joe Kruchinsky, John Lanphere, Pat Amundson Lauria, Rich Lauria, Rodell Lawrence, Nancy Lopez, Hamidah Mansor, Natasha ?, Sharon Lozipone Mathiason, Ellie MacLeod, Gilbert Melton, Brian Middleton, Dana Miller, John M Mitchell, Pedro Ortiz, Court Packer, Carole Parsons Thomas, Kay Peck, Brad Peloquin, Aqua Porter, Nancy Rees, James Reno, James Rego, Kathleen Rice, Russ Roberts, Norm Robinson, Ted Richardson; Hector D Rivera; Van L. Russ, Donna Russ; Cheryl Sampson, Ronald Douglas Sampson, Mike Slyck, Ron Stage, Jim Stoffel, Jerry Tamburrino, Charlie Taylor, Bill Thomas, Tim Thomas, Alan Turof, Joseph Uhal, Bill Valentine, Mitch VanDuyn, Pat Waara, Lew Waggett, Pat Waller, George Webster, Valerie White-Whittick, Alan Willett, Karen Weisshaar, Dave Wilhelm, Richard Williams, Edward Wooten, George Yeadon,

(I should be able to remember a lot more names than this ... Please send me your suggestions and I'll add them ...)

Medical: My family doctor, the ambulance team, and the hospital nurses and doctors who never gave up despite my being so close to death.

p.s. I wish that I had kept the original list, because it contained a lot more names, plus, it had the first and last names of everyone listed above. So, if you don't see your name, please let me know and I'll gladly update the list ...

Bottom line: No one can survive a disease like diabetes without the support from family, friends and community ...

How My Father and Mother Helped Me Find My Purpose in Life

Now, some people discover their Purpose in Life by accident as I did. However, my mother told me it was not an accident. She said that there are no accidents -- they're blessings from God. As I look back, I now believe that she was right. But, at the time, I couldn't see how almost dying from a diabetic coma was a blessing!

My father had an interesting way to help me and my siblings find our way in life. He believed that whatever he told us to do that we should do it as well as possible and enjoy doing it. And, if you didn't do it well, you got a scolding or a beating. Although I disagreed with my father's methods, he instilled a strong work ethic in all of us.

My father worked 3-4 jobs, my mother worked 2-3 jobs. My siblings and I (especially me and my older brother) painted houses, mowed lawns, cleaned out people's basements, worked on our uncle's farm, helped our father with his garden.

My father taught us that we could make money by going around the neighborhood and finding work. Someone always needed their lawn mowed, or snow removed from their driveway. My father taught us that if we mowed or shoveled well, other people in the neighborhood would want us to mow or shovel for them.

My father not only worked on us physically, but he drilled us mentally. He would give us a fraction and ask us to convert it to decimal or a percentage. Or, he would give us a couple numbers to either add or multiply.

At first, we thought this was torture, but, over time, I became really good with numbers. At the time, I didn't think it was a Gift, but as look back, I now see the Gift, or, at least, part of it.

Making Your Purpose in Life Work for You

Discovering your purpose is the easy part. The hard part is keeping it with you on a daily basis and working on yourself to the point where you become that purpose.

And, the real hard part, is figuring out how to mold your life, your job, your family, and your environment so that they align with your Purpose in Life.

One of the reasons why we find a new job, or leave home, or start a new business, is that we are not satisfied with our life. In most cases, we think it's because we're not making enough money to live a happier life.

This is why some people start a health business. This is one of the reasons why multi-level marketing companies are able to recruit so many people.

But, there are 2 things that happened in the 1980s and 1990s that gave people a set of tools to actually start their own health business or any business.

Do you know what those 2 things were?

  • The computer
  • The Internet

Unfortunately, most people are unaware of the power of the computer and the Internet to start a business or seek out your Purpose in life.

Here are just a few ways to leverage the Computer and Internet to use your Purpose in Life to help others and help your family prosper:

  • Write a story or an event from your life every day for a month, or whenever you can
  • Use a voice recorder to record your daily conversations
  • Write a book
  • Make a video
  • Do lectures and record them to make a CD or DVD
  • Develop a website or a blog
  • Sell health products on your website
  • Become an expert (via a certification program) that others respect and look up to
  • Train or teach others

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Tips for Finding Your Purpose in Life

Look at ways to incorporate your Passions, Actions, and Genius more and more into your life. As you do, your life purpose will begin to unfold. Could you bring your attention to detail into your job? How about spending your lunch hour writing an article teaching someone else how to do something you love to do?

As you increase the amount of time spent fulfilling your life's purpose, you'll notice it's easy to make decisions in life as you ask the question "Does this opportunity fit in with my passions, actions, and genius?" Over time, you'll spend more and more of your days living your life's purpose, and you'll feel happier and healthier than ever before.

We often look at our Purpose as a way to answer everything right now or something that can only be fulfilled way into the Future. While one's life purpose may ultimately be fulfilled far into the future, find ways to start NOW: is it a side project, is it one of many aspects of your current job, can your purpose be expressed in the way you interact with current relationships.

Keep in mind that often times, we find our purpose along the way. It is often stated after one's life has ended that they had a purpose, based on the events and choices of one's life.

Minnie L. Talbert McCulley

Mother (Minnie L. Talbert McCulley)
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