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Franks Story
Let me tell you an abbreviated story of my kind, wonderful, caring loving brother Frank Swanson. What you see is what you get with Frank. He wasn’t always that way but then again that’s coming from his brother lol . I say it wasn’t always that way but I know when it all changed, I know the exact second that all changed. I play that exact second over and over in my mind and my dreams for the past 38 years .
He was in the 8th grade I was in the 6th he was a star football player for the 8th grade whizzers. Coach Cry said he was one of the most talented defensive players he had ever seen as a 7th and 8th grader. Frank Loved Football with all of his heart. That would all change one innocent day when we were so young an innocent so many years ago. It was a normal day for a couple of farm boys and their Grandpa we had delivered a load of wood and as we all did back in the late 70’s the kids rode in the back of the truck for fun we were standing up in the back of the truck as my grandfather drove down AB Highway . We were typical lil hellions and we were throwing the left over pieces of wood at the road signs as my Grandfather roared past them. He was pretty deaf at that point in his life and he had no clue what we were up to. I was on the driver’s side in the bed of the truck standing up overlooking the cab and Frank was on the passenger side, I was killing it hitting every sign we passed with the small pieces of wood (BANG) My older not so loving, kind wonderful brother had enough he at that point realized all the signs were on the driver’s side, he made me switch places with him so he could get the joy of tagging a sign. I reluctantly gave up my spot and 10 second later he was laying in the middle of the highway unconscious with a fractured skull. Was that supposed to be me? Would it have been different if I were still on the passenger side with a lower center of gravity going around that sharp corner? God only knows but it was my brother and not me.
He laid in a coma for 6 weeks in Springfield at St Johns and they told my wonderful mother there was almost no chance that he would survive and if he did he would most likely be a vegetable the rest of his life. My wonderful young Mother refused to listen to the doctors and said he is going to be ok . For 6 weeks she stayed by his side and then one day he started coming out of his comma . I wasn’t allowed to see him very often when he was in ICU but once he started to come out of his comma and before he could speak they allowed me to see him .This is when I first noticed the change in my not so kind , loving older brother and he didn’t say a word . When he heard my voice for the 1st time his eyes got as big around as saucers. He had just realized that his younger brother survived and wasn’t hurt like he was. I know in my heart of hearts that’s what that look of surprise and joy was on his face.
He was almost half way through his eighth grade year when the accident happened and they told him he could repeat 8th grade and to just focus on recovering. He had some brain damage and was left partially paralyzed on his right side. Frank, in true Frank fashion said he loved his class mates and would be caught up and graduate 8th grade with his class. He had to relearn a few things and the most difficult was to learn how to write with his left hand. In may of 1978 he graduated 8th grade with his classmates .
Football, football, football that’s all he could talk about but the doctors told him it was impossible and it would kill him if he played. Frank loved Football and all of his team mates so he became the manager of the football team for the next 4 years.
CANDY MAN. Frank has always had a soft spot in his heart for the ladies. We were dirt poor so he concocted a brilliant scheme if he bought candy for 5 cents and sold it to the boys for 10 cents he could give it to the girls for free, he took an awful blow to the heard but it didn’t make him stupid lol !!! He knew who the poor kids were and he would always slide theepoor boys a few extra pieces for a dime.
My brother doesn’t have a mean bone in his body his purpose in life since his accident has always been to make other people feel good about their self and to bring a smile to their face he loves to hug people especially the older generation, he says they don’t get enough hugs in their life. That’s Frank Swanson my brother and I am proud to call him my brother.
Trent Cockrum You have known my brother for most of your life. You were one of those football players that Frank was the manager of. Your hard work and luck landed you a high six figure income. And a million dollar retirement for your future. My brother’s luck and hard work landed him a$7 - $13 dollar an hour job at Wal-Mart for the past 20 years. My brother Frank could have taken the disability route and lived off of the Government for his entire life but he wanted to be around people and see them smile.
Frank has been loyal to you and your company he has been a wonderful example of what customer service is all about and you sir are a wonderful example of what greed is all about. I assure you one thing you have only seen the tip of the iceberg of what your greed will cost your company over the next several years. Shame on you and your greedy selfish self !!! You fired an advocate for your company that is loved by his community for hugging people who wanted hugged and for price matching a gallon of Tea from $2.88 to $1.98 while your company makes billions of dollars in profit each year. You sir have made one huge mistake!
I urge anyone with connections to Ramey’s, Aldi’s or one of the other grocery stores to please have them get in contact with Frank
The first full page add promoting him being hired is on me , if they match his wages he was making at that big greedy box store
Let me tell you an abbreviated story of my kind, wonderful, caring loving brother Frank Swanson. What you see is what you get with Frank. He wasn’t always that way but then again that’s coming from his brother lol . I say it wasn’t always that way but I know when it all changed, I know the exact second that all changed. I play that exact second over and over in my mind and my dreams for the past 38 years .
He was in the 8th grade I was in the 6th he was a star football player for the 8th grade whizzers. Coach Cry said he was one of the most talented defensive players he had ever seen as a 7th and 8th grader. Frank Loved Football with all of his heart. That would all change one innocent day when we were so young an innocent so many years ago. It was a normal day for a couple of farm boys and their Grandpa we had delivered a load of wood and as we all did back in the late 70’s the kids rode in the back of the truck for fun we were standing up in the back of the truck as my grandfather drove down AB Highway . We were typical lil hellions and we were throwing the left over pieces of wood at the road signs as my Grandfather roared past them. He was pretty deaf at that point in his life and he had no clue what we were up to. I was on the driver’s side in the bed of the truck standing up overlooking the cab and Frank was on the passenger side, I was killing it hitting every sign we passed with the small pieces of wood (BANG) My older not so loving, kind wonderful brother had enough he at that point realized all the signs were on the driver’s side, he made me switch places with him so he could get the joy of tagging a sign. I reluctantly gave up my spot and 10 second later he was laying in the middle of the highway unconscious with a fractured skull. Was that supposed to be me? Would it have been different if I were still on the passenger side with a lower center of gravity going around that sharp corner? God only knows but it was my brother and not me.
He laid in a coma for 6 weeks in Springfield at St Johns and they told my wonderful mother there was almost no chance that he would survive and if he did he would most likely be a vegetable the rest of his life. My wonderful young Mother refused to listen to the doctors and said he is going to be ok . For 6 weeks she stayed by his side and then one day he started coming out of his comma . I wasn’t allowed to see him very often when he was in ICU but once he started to come out of his comma and before he could speak they allowed me to see him .This is when I first noticed the change in my not so kind , loving older brother and he didn’t say a word . When he heard my voice for the 1st time his eyes got as big around as saucers. He had just realized that his younger brother survived and wasn’t hurt like he was. I know in my heart of hearts that’s what that look of surprise and joy was on his face.
He was almost half way through his eighth grade year when the accident happened and they told him he could repeat 8th grade and to just focus on recovering. He had some brain damage and was left partially paralyzed on his right side. Frank, in true Frank fashion said he loved his class mates and would be caught up and graduate 8th grade with his class. He had to relearn a few things and the most difficult was to learn how to write with his left hand. In may of 1978 he graduated 8th grade with his classmates .
Football, football, football that’s all he could talk about but the doctors told him it was impossible and it would kill him if he played. Frank loved Football and all of his team mates so he became the manager of the football team for the next 4 years.
CANDY MAN. Frank has always had a soft spot in his heart for the ladies. We were dirt poor so he concocted a brilliant scheme if he bought candy for 5 cents and sold it to the boys for 10 cents he could give it to the girls for free, he took an awful blow to the heard but it didn’t make him stupid lol !!! He knew who the poor kids were and he would always slide theepoor boys a few extra pieces for a dime.
My brother doesn’t have a mean bone in his body his purpose in life since his accident has always been to make other people feel good about their self and to bring a smile to their face he loves to hug people especially the older generation, he says they don’t get enough hugs in their life. That’s Frank Swanson my brother and I am proud to call him my brother.
Trent Cockrum You have known my brother for most of your life. You were one of those football players that Frank was the manager of. Your hard work and luck landed you a high six figure income. And a million dollar retirement for your future. My brother’s luck and hard work landed him a$7 - $13 dollar an hour job at Wal-Mart for the past 20 years. My brother Frank could have taken the disability route and lived off of the Government for his entire life but he wanted to be around people and see them smile.
Frank has been loyal to you and your company he has been a wonderful example of what customer service is all about and you sir are a wonderful example of what greed is all about. I assure you one thing you have only seen the tip of the iceberg of what your greed will cost your company over the next several years. Shame on you and your greedy selfish self !!! You fired an advocate for your company that is loved by his community for hugging people who wanted hugged and for price matching a gallon of Tea from $2.88 to $1.98 while your company makes billions of dollars in profit each year. You sir have made one huge mistake!
I urge anyone with connections to Ramey’s, Aldi’s or one of the other grocery stores to please have them get in contact with Frank
The first full page add promoting him being hired is on me , if they match his wages he was making at that big greedy box store
Organizer
Drexel Swanson
Organizer
Springfield, MO
