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I am Joseph Aurial Bernard Belair2 or Berny. I was born in Hawksberry Ontario Canada. I was labeled Cerebral Palsy. Then at 2 years old, I was labeled mentally retarded, then at 4 they locked me away in nut house. Because at 2 years old failed their test, They tested me in English & I spoke & understood French, like "Hello." I was locked up in a nut house, I was in a cried 24/7 I even prayed to die. God said, "I have a plan for you, do you except." I said, "Yes." God promised me he provide everything for me. A few weeks later a 5 foot nothing blonde with a 6-string guitar after a few songs, she sang Fere Jacka, I went nuts (excuse the pun.) Finally words I could understand, the Hospital allowed me to learn English lessons. I was laying in my crib listening to radio; the DJ was picking on Amy Grant for being born again that just ticked me off so I asked God to be born again. If I knew how to save & heal the whole hospital would go nuts a good nuts. I'm going to fast-forward a few years, to 1975-76 I moved to Toronto from Kingston Ontario. In Toronto I was at Bloorview Childrens Hospital, where I learned eat or be eaten, so I ran for the patient council got on snap. For 4 years I got on every year it blew my mind. In March of 77 or 78 the Head Nurse comes in to the Day/TV room & says, "I have one space at a new camp, who wants it." Everyone looked at me, because I was known as a risk taker. God was sneaky I never knew what he had planned, so a kissed my girlfriend goodbye. Next morning I started my 7-hour trip, with kids I didn't know but after one hour we were joking around. We got to camp signed in met our cabin councilors & a few other councilors in training then went to cabins, because it was my first time I was treated good. Next day at 7:00am this 16 year old kid gets me up, (remember God hand was in this.) for the next 2 weeks I kept running into this one kid everywhere at the pool at meals at art at walks, it was freaking me out. God says, "Thats your foster brother." I said, "Yeah & I'm the Pope." As I was leaving Chris asked me if he could come & see me. I said, "Sure." I didn't think much about it. I had a lot of work to do back at Bloorview but it was a fun 2 weeks. About 2 week later I was in a meeting with my girlfriend & a few of our people we looked after. I get a page to go to the lobby, so I excuse myself & asked a nurse to call and see why, there someone is here. I asked my girlfriend if she can take over the meeting, I have a visitor. So I went down, I almost pooped myself it was Chris. He came every week, in August 23 1979 the day after my 12 birthday I was in van with everything I own with my new pops (dad) I had to light a fire under my social worker to pull it off, she tried to horse around but I didn't let it happen. I spent 11 years on the farm doing what I could plus got my real grade 12, today I wish I worked harder I could have aced grade 12. I tried college twice was kicked out. I been threw 2 girlfriends well God says, I want you to start a business, I said, are you nuts. God said yeah, but you are more nuts because you are going to do it, so I started my business before I lost my second girlfriend, she didn't want me to work for myself. Then a male care staff raped me. Then the drinking started to get worse 2 bottles 40 oz more & more, I was going to work at 9am till 5pm be drunk by 8pm every day, now I Look back & say what a jerk. My foster dad kicked my butt he made me dry out, & I love him for it. Then a High School girl calls we end up engaged and in bed. In 93 after I moved to Ottawa she broke my heart, I still hurt. Then in 95 I was offered a townhouse, I said "Oh heck yes." In 96 another cerebral palsy man came on to me, & asked me for sex.
In 1997 one night I broke down, I was a dry Catholic no one to love, no kids nothing. The people that wanted me were gay, old or crazy. I was channel surfing (This is God) I came to Vision TV, I swore to you the remote just dead. So I sat watched it the show was over, I tried the remote again the stupid thing wouldn't work, so I wiped it across the table. I was crying all threw this. I remember saying in my heart, "Lord I want to praise & dance before you, & be married." Then Catch the Fire came on, I couldn't believe there were people like me nuts for God hungry. I almost went down to Toronto pig out. But the boss up stairs brought 40 days ablaze to The Life Center I went & drank a lot & ate. I ticked off the Catholics but I didn't care I wanted to live, next 4 years were great, then I got messed up in something I regret. I ended up detesting Pastor, I don't hate I wish saw what I was saying. God allow me to come to Woodvale one Sunday to go my lips. I met Pastor Zia I loved him he's different, but I was not release from TLC by God yet. In March 02 I was release. I transferred my member here & the rest you know. I just ask, don't push healing down my throat. I want to be married. I'll admit I'm looking for a homeless girl, a single mother or a female to love. In the summer of 2004 my new line of cards out.
2002-2006 years I have been scammed out of $5000.00, by 2 girls I'm very pissed off so please don't play with my heart. Marry me & give me kids .God Bless berny. In 2009 the police raided my house for weed, took or smashed everything. It was for my health reasons.
I'm very lonely I need a good wife and I want kids. I will love you for ever.
My business story!
I started this Business in 1989 with $80.00 in my account. Why did I start, one day it was my good friend’s birthday so I went to a card store like anyone would. I got help from a cashier. I said how much thinking at most $1.50 she says smiling $6.75 plus taxes. I almost fell over, I said, “Are you nuts.” She laughed. I remembered the saying. I went to Radio Shack. Bought a very poor graphics program, man this thing had 40 graphics no color, very poorly done graphics. So I got home threw in on my lap top computer, made the card and printed it got someone to fold it, & gave it to my friend.
For 6 months I watched soaps & got drank then one day I was watching my soap I suddenly shut off my TV & ok Belair so you got kick out of college now what are you going sit & watch soaps for the next 60 years or are you going to shove it back in their faces again. Ok what am I good at & enjoy doing, God said be a Printer, I said are you crazy, Yes but you are crazier because you are going to do it, I laugh ok Lord. Little did I know how much work I was in for? I was starting to make nice money. Then I had to move because my course was done, they taught me to direct my personal care. So I moved my business died, the Lord kept saying go back to the beginning I was like yeah yea Lord, he had to use a 2 by 6 up side my head. Finally I sat down and listened, remember I was still drinking at this point. So I started to design cards bought a better program, I was working 18 hour a day full tilt like 7 days a week 18 hour I was dead on my feet, I was drinking like a fish & very lonely my girlfriend left me & had to say no to my friends because I knew they all they wanted my money. I took on a partner dumbest move I ever made, I was burning out & damn fast, so I called my partner saying hey man I need a break I want Friday off, he said ok, all he had to do was sit watch TV & answer the phone easy job. So Friday came I came home/office early from work selling cards on the street to get dolled up shower. I got that done it was 6:00pm no partner, I severed a costumer while I was waiting, I said ok bus is late then 7,8,9pm by now livid wanted to rip his head off and poop down his neck. At 11:00pm I called he pick up, I ripped a strip off him yelled at top of my lugs twice, I cut the partnership. I swore I would never have another partner again. After about a year late dumb move number 2, one night I went to my sisters exgirlfriend’s place at her new girlfriend’s home she’s a taxi driver. They said how’s business, I said I am dead on my feet I’m working 18 hours days 7 days a week. I said it would be nice to get even 4 hours a week to play hockey. Then the taxi driver says I have a 14 year old daughter (my gut said no but my body said yes.) I said, when can interview her. She said I’ll send her over next week I said ok. At this time I was farming out the mass printing. (By now I was dry no drinking.) for about 8 months everything was cool every Friday I was leaving at 6:00pm got home some of the work was done so I was happy, then it happened, one Friday I came home & my neighbor was waiting for me, said poop what happened to myself. My neighbor starts telling me everything that my relief was doing. I said look my team won’t make the playoff can I have till then, she says yes. Next week with tears in my eyes I had to tell my couch I had to quit.
So next Friday came when my worker walked in her smile got wiped off her face really fast. I paid her what I owed her & said bye. So now I was left cards to be folder and bagged. The paper was thick with no scoring. After I whipped my shoe across the apartment. Well they won’t get done with me sitting crying, let do this. The first 20 were garbage but I got better, my fingers bled every night. One night my foster dad came by I was drunk. He gets up as he walks towards the door, he turns & says, “Do you want to end up like your birth dad.” Something in my heart snapped & today I’m dry thank God.
Them I moved Ottawa and started all again, spending winters designing cards summers selling on the streets.
In 2003-2004 I really messed up, I over spent its my fault I admit it, when I saw my bank account & knew I needed to print more cards. I knew I messed up so I tried the bank I got refused. I went Pastors they put me with a man who helps people, he cause me more stress that I was physically ill, now I’m believe God for a miracle.
From 2004-2007 I spend 7 months editing & fixing my cards. Then I went crazy finding a good printer, it wasn’t easy but between my sister & a brother in the Lord & a leasing company I have a good printer. I had to release my help, plus I needed to prove to myself & others I could fold my cards, I did prove it. So now I rather get selling then sit & keep plugging away. So I asked my church and a few friends to help get me ready so I could work and make money instead of folding and packing. I’m happy with what I/we did a lot man hours went in to this batch. Now I’m selling cards Bank street Albert or email me. I screwed up my business I sent money to girls. More to be added later.
In 2008 I made 50,000 cards folded baged & now I'm selling the cards same spot.
More to be added later.
email meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
belair22@rogers.com
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thecardguyplusmoreandgraphics@rogers.com
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