DEC 1st WORLD AIDS DAY

I was diagnosed HIV POSITIVE = sentenced to die .
XXX – WARNING – this video contains partial nudity, Hot Sexy Man Meat, Drag Queens, Transvestites, Leather, Lace, Panties, Bare Bums, Super models, strap on toy, bondage / fetish gear.
Back in 1994, I had already spent many years working in the Adult Entertainment business, as an escort, film star, stripper, boy – toy.

I had just moved into a new sugar mamas penthouse suite down in South Beach Miami FL, after being kicked out of my last sugar daddies house for sleeping with the bank teller while he was in S Africa on business.
That’s a whole different part of my life that, Im not gonna bore you with right now, it gets alot more crazy than anything I need to get into right now .
So Ill keep it simple here on facebook and leave out all the details and try n make a very long story short.
My new Sugar Mamma Pam, owned many labratories in usa, in fact , one of her labs was the first one to have found a drug that would keep Aids patients off their death bed.This was only a treatment , not a cure.
Anyhow, she knew I had been hustling for many years in the streets of LA, New York and Chicago since age 16.
She suggested that I go get an HIV test done.
I knew nothing about about HIV or AIDS other than, that in those days , it was a death sentence.I was too young and stoopid to even worry about it, as I tried to survive a carefree life, roaming city to city, bathhouse to bathouse, movie set to movie set, stage to stage, and more dirty nasty bathroom stall encounters than most even take in a lifetime.
Those days, were days of being on one stage in one city for 10 000 men at a gay pride event, to hustling at the gaiety theater the next, and then only hours later, jacked up on more meth and cocaine and poppers with creepy ol bathhouse trolls or after hours parties …makes me sick to even think about all that now , but , I am who I am today because of all my lifes lessons , and I cant change the past, and as I suggest to most, I look at it all as a gifted learning experience.Life lessons that just aren’t taught in school thats forsure.
I used to be so ashamed and humiliated at what I had got myself into over all those years, especially when I got my test results back from a doctor at the Mt Sinai Hospital in Miami FL.
HIV POSITIVE
I’ll never forget that feeling of , Im going to die, and this is for real.
I asked the doctor to do a re test , their must be a mistake.he said to me, there is no mistake, thats why they take 7 viles of blood , so there are NO MISTAKES.
I can still see the wall of the elevator that day as vivid as if I was in it just yesterday, I didn’t even press the down button, I just leaned my 21 year old head against the door and cried ..and cried,,and cried.
1998, I was sitting in a Super Max Federal Prison, down in Atlanta Georgia, locked up 23 hours a day, when I said to myself, I really need a life style change.I had just got sentanced to 5 years for V.G.S.C.A – 2 felony counts of possession of cocaine.
That was when I started day dreaming of actually turning my life around and doing something my family would be proud of me for one day.Maybe a Policeman, maybe search and Rescue, ohh wait , maybe even a Fireman??
I sat staring at my walls in my cell, day after day after day, as the minutes seemed to stand still, trying to block out the sounds of grown men completely loosing their minds, I’ll tell ya first hand,from experience, solitary confinment will break even the most hardest of badass criminals.
And if the solitary confinement doesnt break you , try surviving as a white boy is a prison that is 80 % black, and 18 % mexican, 2 % white.
Feel free at any point in this story to insert the word Post Traumatic STRESS.
Upon being deported back to Canada, in 2000 , I had made a vow while in Prison to devote my time to helping raise awareness to HIV / AIDS and even day dreamt of one day being able to go to detention centers and try and talk sense too and work with Youth at Risk.
This story upon being released from Prison is about 3 books worth, so i’ll sum this part up like this.
Only 6 months after being released, I found my self on s stage, in front of over 7000 people, volunteering my time to Fashion Cares .
This show was called “Garden of Evil “.
Fashion Cares puts on a annual fundraiser every year since 1987 by Mac cosmetics, and all proceeds are donated to the Elton John Aids Foundation, and ACT – ( Aids Commitee of Toronto )
We rhelped raise over $ 1 million dollars that night.
That night was pretty badass.That feeling of freedom again , and to walk down a stage for so many thousands of people, who were their to support this event, was certainly a better view than my urine, booger, and feces covered cell walls.
I had got to meet so many of the worlds top fashion designers, super models and countless musicians.
I had brought my own videogragher ( Pozi ) as I always do to all my silly lifes adventures, and in this video , I appoligize for the crap quality, but we didnt have digital back then and to transfer the content from mini dv – to computer – to go pro – to you , was not easy, but ..here ya go , December 1st – 2001.
Today is Dec 1st, and it is a date that will forever need awareness brought to .I have lost many many friends due to this deadly virus, and in my book comming out this Feb 12th , you will get the full story of how this virus came back to haunt me in Whistler just 2 years ago.
Thank you for your time you took to read this , and sharing with your friends.
Y anever know who will get this and think , hmmm maybe I should go get tested today, believe me, you may save many lives by doing so .
Respectfully
Oh – ummm to an old Hunny Bee friend of mine out their who may be reading this , I GOT YOU – SSSSSheaven 777 – BOOO

Helping Heals - selfless

SELFLESS – HELPING HEALS –

After dragging my sorry ass through the darkest of days, and sleepless nights, I had looked in the mirror at a broken man, dehydated, 30 pounds under weight, at a face only a bulldog momma could love – my heart sank to my toes, hands still shaking uncontrollably, legs weak, rotten teeth, totally ashamed, ambarrased and disgusted with myself.

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I had enough of looking, living and feeling this way, I was simply tired and exhausted of waiting for the tooth fairy to bring my soul back to life again.

I WANTED THIS FOR ME – nobody was going to do it for me BUT ME –

I needed to accept the past for the past, and look forward to where I want to go, believe in myself, my goals, my dreams and understand that theres NOTHING WRONG WITH ME other than living in a world totally controlled by broken systems, corrupt insurance companies, laws, and these silly little plastic devices that are quikly hyptotizing humans to become robots faster than we can click the sad face icon

Out the door I went, for my first few steps back into the real world, back into the war zone of todays society full of rules, and people who only weeks earlier judged me, belittled me, and wouldnt even look down at me as I reach up helpless , hungary, homless mind totally altared from copius amounts of Oxycotin I was consumming.

I headed towards the Peoples The Fitness Community , as I knew from years of experience that in order to be strong mentally, I needed to challenge myself daily, PHYSICALLY, and SPIRITUALLY.

Each day on my way to the studio, I passed a huge hoarse farm with 100’s of beautiful stallions, all happily grazing in their troughs, walking around NO CARE in the world, no stress, no worries, no matter the weather they all seemed quite happy just to be living in the moment.

I wanted this life also – my silly thoughts got to me, as I day dreamed of wishing I was just a hoarse, with no laws, no bills, nobody to judge me as I simply stand naked in a field ankle deep in mud, with the cold rain pouring down on my back carefree.Standing and connecting with other hoarses with a simple rub of our noses, and a huge exhale – ( insert hoarse exhale noise here )

I told myself, 1 day when I get a little stronger physcially, and mentally, I will have enough confidence to actually pull over and just be with these beautiful creatures, feed them a few apples and hope to pet one.

After about a week, I recall waking up and thinking to myself, that before I go to the gym today, I must stop at the grocery store and get some apples n carrots to feed the hoarses.

It was pouring rain like no other day, and all my usual excuses came to mind – ahh its raining, ahhh your gonna get all wet, do it tommorrow, or on the way back – – as I approcahed the farm , the rain really picked up and I knew there was no way today was the day – BUT – a little voice came into my head and said ENOUGH with the bullshit excuses, STOP NOW – so I immedialy pulled over.

There were 2 men out in the pouring rain picking up hoarse shit as I yelled them over. Greggers and Adi ( from Poland and Syria ) came over and looked at me like WTF do you want ?

I introduced myself to them and asked politly if i could come in the pasture with them to feed the hoarses.They said No , that I needed to go ask the CHEF for permission.

I explained to them that , NO no nooo , I want to feed the hoarses NOT EAT THEM. I assumed that they weren’t understanding english very well and I kinda smiled.My bad though cause they understood me just fine – Chef in German means the BOSS – THE CHIEF , not the cooking Chef I thought they were talking about .

So, tail between my legs , all ambarrased I set out on a mission to find the cook -I mean, the CHIEF.

An hour later a woman comes out asking if she could help me, I explained to her that I’m from Canada and I would really like to pet and be around the hoarses.I explained to her that I was in Germay to train for a upcomming PTSD awareness program that was to begin in Feb 2016.I told her how I was planning on flipping a 400 pound tractor tire , 1 km per day for 30 days across 7 mountians while wearing over 50 pounds of steel chains.

She looked at me like most do when I tell them that ( eyes wide open ) shes asked – are you ok – are you a lilttle bit crazy ?

I smiled and admitted humbly – ” yes, probably am, but I just want to help.

That moment, I offered her a SELFLESS deal I figured she couldnt refuse.I offered her one full 8 hour day of picking up hoarse shit, cleaning the stables, and doing whatever other barn yard chores needed to be done with Gregers, and Adi, in trade JUST TO BE with the hoarses and volunteer my day to helping total strangers do probbaly one of the dirtiest, shittiest, jobs there was.( pun intended)

She gave me a stare that I hadnt got in a long time, she asked, why do you really want to do this, is this what they do in Canada? NOBODY here in Germany works for free, you really are crazy ?

Long story short – she says , ok come back on Monday, I will talk to my husband about this and he will want to meet you.

( following Monday ) A very large burley man walks down to greet me in the courtyard..I was nervous, but truley believed in myself, and my intentions .. He walks up to me, shakes my hand, looks me up and down and back down and up again, nodds, waves me off and says – stay away from behind the hoarses.

I was so super stoked and was lead to a room and handed a broom.My day began sweeeping mucky walk ways, then Greggers comes over and hands me a pooper scooper and a mini rake. Off we went for hours to pick up hoarse shit in the pouring rain –

THIS was the MOMENT – I had never felt this feeling before, this total selfless feeling of doing something good, no matter how shitty the job, it wasnt for money, it wasnt for fame, it wasnt for anything other than just wanting to help and being in the moment. ( ok sure I wanted to pet the hoarses too ) winks

When I left that day, the Chefs wife Crystal asked me how was my day?

I smiled ear to ear, and told her I had never felt SO ALIVE – and promised i’d be back everyday for 2 hours per day.

At the end of that week, the Chef invited me up into his home to have lunch with his family. fresh wild bore sausages and potatoes (OMG DELISH)

Over the next month at the Beinhard Hofgut Ranch, I had met many new friends. My heart started to actually feel again as I found an amazing spiritual, deep loving connection with many hoarses.Connecting with the people and these beautful animals really helped me learn how to stay present within self and it had taught me how to stay balanced and just live in the moment.

Out in that psture, with each scoop of shit, each time my back ached, each time my feet were wet, I just wanted to walk away, I pushed myself and reminded myself how HOW SHIITY LIFE REALLY WAS for me only weeks before.

As of today, and everyday since that day of pulling over on the highway, I have a sworn oath to self to helping someone at least 1 hour a day, 7 days a week, NO EXCUSES- Selflessly ( but selfishly) as part of my daily routine – what we put out into the universe – always comes back to us as long as it’s NOT MONEY driven.

We can’t buy health,
We can’t buy happiness,
We can’t buy spirituality,
We can’t buy or cure mental wellness .

IT’S GIVEN TO US – WHEN WE GIVE IT AWAY –

TRUE Healthcare .. starts with SELFCARE

ARE YOU :
– feeling Mentally, Physically or Spritually HELPLESS ?
– battling with alcohol or substance abuse ?
– Depressed
– Stressed
– Anxious
– Restless
– Irritable
NO PROBLEM – we are only human , and YOU ARE NOT ALONE
Join us LIVE here on Facebook tommorrow ( Nov 14th) at 8:30 am PST.
WE WILL WORK TOGETHER, on getting our lives back under control, as we will begin down a new path to a healthier, happier, more stressfree life again one small step – one day at a time.
Bring an open mind, towel to sit on, a bottle water, download some spa music, and maybe even some metallica. ( winks )
8:30 am – Intro at Peoples The Fitness Community
8:45 am – breathing excersie / meditation
9:00 am – warm up body
9:05 am – easy to do at home excersies – full body
9:20 am – stretching – core – abs
9:30 – I will gladly communicate with you LIVE and answer any questions you may have – ( 15 minutes )

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We will do this daily – for next 30 days TOGETHER

Let the Games Begin - Terrance Joseph Kosikar - Final Chapter

* OUR WORK IS DONE .. GOODBYE CANADA ** ( sad face )
Now boarding flight LH937 back to Germany, to finish writing the final Chapter of my book ..“Let the Games Begin”.
Nearly 2 years ago, I recall sitting under my gazebo a broken man, not a penny to my name, I had lost everything, my family, my friends, my career, my sanity, as I had just climbed down off the Lions Gate bridge from my 3rd and final attempt at trying to end my life only days earlier.

I looked up into the universe for my strength, as it was obvious to me that I still had work to do on this earth as a human, ending my life was NOT an option any longer.
Time to get my ass in gear, and take the many, many years of trying to survive (uneducated) with a wound that was not visible #PTSD, but yet quite vivid in my every day life, my mind, my shattered spirit, my every heartbeat bled nothing but nervousness, stress, depression, anxiety and a deeper depth of darkness than words will ever describe.
It had taken a few weeks, and a lot of hard work to battle though my usual, ever so easy to escape, self medication tool – drugs, and its brutal withdrawals to realize, that it was simply my environment that kept me from getting better and getting the help that I needed not only from within – from from a much higher power.
I sat one morning after my meditation as it dawned on me that , maybe I should write a book , and the answers to my destiny will soon fall into place?
Was I prepared to have a very large X on my back for the rest of my life for writing this book?
Absolutely was, after 3 suicide attempts, I had nothing more to loose and felt in my heart that all I had endured had to be shared to help myself heal and help those who may also be trying to survive the same life I had led for so long shackled in chains, and waking each day to the same nightmare, the same vicious cycle that often leads us to the end of our ropes or even worse, self tourcher consuming all the meds and street drugs self medicating our wounds – numbing our minds – further separating our spirit from ourselves.
I had called a publishing company 2 years ago asking for a grant to write my book.
They said to me, I needed to give them my first chapter, middle chapter and my final chapter edited and book ready and they would consider giving me a grant..
I banged out my first chapter, middle chapter and got to the final chapter and thought, when I do release this book , and maybe end up shot one day because of it, is this how I want my book or the movie to end…with only a simple story of how I escaped the grasps of evil, a life riddled with addiction, heartache, and loss, as I ran off into the mountains and got my life back, naturally ?
I asked myself , if I had went to watch this movie or read this book i’d want my dam money back , how lame , after all that I had endured in life, THIS IS HOW IT ENDS ..this is my final chapter?
So, I slammed the pages down, stood up strong, proud, and looked up into the universe, thankful, grateful for my life today , and said to myself, I have a opportunity today to make the BEST DAM final chapter to my own book, I am in control of my destiny, I have a gift of life today that is not governed by laws, rules, or judgements from anybody.
I AM FREE, and strong today, as are YOU, to do what I, or we wish to do with our lives and to live my own dream, to chase my own goals, to do as I wish today for ME, and the desire to simply help, and educate as many people as possible who may still be suffering in silence, and the selfless need to connect with those people and offer support, love, compassion, along with healthy natural tools that we can all use to heal, and enjoy our life today one day at a time.
The training began, and all my dreams and goals went straight onto the pages, I had found my purpose – something to drive for, the need to help others get their lives back the same way I did, Naturally, but how was I going to do this ?
I had not a penny to my name, and had no idea how to use the internet, my tires on jeep were bald as, and I was 100’s of kms away from people, without food, no heat, but I did have a dream and I focused on it.
I could NOT change yesterday, and tomorrow wasn’t here yet, so I had no choice but to LIVE IN THE NOW – Lebe das Jetzt !
Now, 2 years later I’m off to #Germany, to spend the next few months, excited to be writing the final chapter many dreams and goals that I never thought were possible, until I just set both feet firmly onto the ground, believed in myself, and took one small step after the other, never allowing anything to get in the way – NOTHING
I assure you, after these past 2 years, of just reaching out, asking for help, admitting and accepting to myself for me and turing all of my downfalls into strengths, and forgive those who I feel may have done me wrong over time, have learned one thing for sure…this is NOT THE FINAL CHAPTER , but rather only just the beginning, and have really learned that , there is a lot more support from so many people out there – we just have to be #humble, set our #ego aside, let our guard down and ask for it.
BE REAL WITH YOURSELF, AND TO THOSE WHO YOU SURROUND YOURSELF WITH.
IT’S NOT WEAK to SPEAK #itsnotweaktospeak
Without the genuine support, and #compassion from so many, (YOU) I’d still be sitting in the middle of the backcountry mountains with NOTHING.
You have a dream, and a goal also .. I know you do, we all do -THEN GO FOR IT – #NO #EXCUSES – anything is possible as long we can be stronger than our worst enemy – our minds – drive with your heart and soul and you will never be defeated.
The secret = $0.00
Connect truly with others from your heart,
#Believe in yourself.. and #LOVE YOURSELF
Thank you, to all of you, who have believed in me, and have helped support my dreams and goals, none of this would be possible without YOU –
Be sure to join us this Feb 12, 2017, as we are declaring it now .. NATIONAL PTSD AWARENESS DAY, Because we can, and JUST DID !!
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My Hotel Sponsor Caught Me Stealing ..ya gotta do what ya gotta do

My hotel sponsor CAUGHT ME STEALING,

I feel horrible, but ya just gotta do what ya gotta do to raise awareness to #ptsd.
General Manager, Tony Medd of the Summit Lodge Boutique Hotel, tells his side of the story.
Only 6 weeks after coming down of the Lions Gate Bridge, I had a dream, and a goal.
My dream, to run a camp for first responders who suffer with PTSD, and a goal, to raise awareness to PTSD.
In order to make the dream and my goal a reality, I needed to learn how to use the internet.Keep in mind I was 200 kms away from any humans, a place where internet just did not even exist.
Jan/ early Feb 2015, I had made my way into Whistler, and started grinding away at my goals.
I was only 6 weeks into my opiate and other substance withdrawals, and didn’t have a penny to my name and had just picked up 2 bags of food from the local Food Bank.
NOTHING was going to stop me from fulfilling this dream now that I had another chance at life.
I had spent the first few days outside the Blendz coffee shop poaching the internet from 11 pm till about 5 am ..everyday freezing cold, fingers numb, hungary and homeless.
After a few 22 hour days, I found it a real pain in the ass sitting outside in the freezing cold and I walked across the street one morning to use the bathroom at the Summit Lodge Hotel.While I was in the bathroom I was like …AWWW DAM it sure is nice n warm in here.
I now found my new office, the bathroom floor beside the urinals, Didn’t bother me , as only a few weeks earlier i was trying to survive in the alleyways down on E.Hastings,the bowels of Vancouver.
Pffft , bathroom floors…LUXURY.
Now, I had noticed that every time I stepped outside to have a cigarette , I saw that nobody was at the front desk.
A thought crossed my mind as I looked over through the lobby at the big warm welcoming fireplace and super rad comfy couch , with big ol pillows.Sure would be nice to set up shop there.Certainly better than the floors in the pisser.
I rolled the dice , and set my computer up night after night, everyday until the first hotel customer had came down off the elevator for coffee.I even went so far as to bring my own tea lights and candles.
I’ll never forget the feeling in my gut when something came over me and thought, maybe I should write the GM and ask him to help sponsor me and allow me to have a room for one night per week in order for me to at least have a quik nap in a bed, and a shower once per week.
Remember, in those days I was homeless in Whistler, and was only napping 3 hrs every morning per day for weeks.
Us addicts will go to any length to get what we need, no mountain is to HIGH, no law is to stiff, no penalty would ever stop us from getting from a-b.
I sent Tony Medd an email and , he responded with a email politely asking me to not return to the hotel again.
My heart was broken.
All I could think and feel was, even after 5 long years of suffering with PTSD, the loss of my family of 13 years, my careers, my friends and numerous denials from WCB..now I get yet another door slammed in my face and what did I do to deserve this way of life for so long?
When would i ever get a break?
The thoughts of giving up crossed my mind for about 3 seconds, and I looked up into the universe and smiled.I knew I had a purpose on this earth and I was simply NOT IN CONTROL of it at all, and this was just the way it was meant to be.
So I left the hotel back out into the brittle cold to keep driving from my heart at my goals and dreams.
Thanks to my higher power and beautiful destiny, Tonys initial judgment of me was changed within hours and next thing ya know i found myself eating at a 5 star restaurant and given a executive king size suite 3 days a week for as long as i needed to get the work done.
Now, nearly 2 years later, I still have my room here at the Summit Lodge, and am proud to say that we started www.campmyway.com last summer and to date have almost made 1 million views through our social media / websites, instagram, twitter , CTV NEWS, Global News, every news paper from Canada to Germany and we are now helping change the workers compensation law to help other First Responders who suffer with PTSD get the help they need upon request, without years of suffering and or facing the horrific thoughts of leaving there friends and families behind from takin their own life.
The success to these last 2 years of hard work in raising awareness to PTSD , is only possible because of one of our first sponsors Tony Medd at the Summit Lodge Boutique in Whistler.
None of this would be possible if it weren’t for Tonys genuine compassion and for believing in me.
I will admit , these last few days have been pretty stressful for me as I can’t possibly tell you all in a facebook post or quik video just how grateful I am to Tony and all the staff here at the Summit Lodge.
I will ask you now though, please help me show Tony the support he deserves by voting Summit Lodge to win for the 3 year in a row to be Canada’s #1 Ski Hotel by clicking the link below you can vote now.
http://worldskiawards.com/…/summit-lodge-boutique-hotel-2016

I'M NO LONGER AFRAID ...

This post brings many tears to my eyes …

3 weeks ago while I was in Victoria, I had received an email from a man, thanking the Breaking the Chains BC team for helping save his life during a PTSD Awareness event we had just completed only 2 days prior.

I asked the man to please call me ASAP, and gave him my phone number.
Within minutes, I answered the call from a man named Rand Vance.

He explained that his life had been pretty rough over the years, since a young age (will not get into details in this post) and this was a special day for him because he was handed one of our flyers from one of our very dedicated PTSD WARRIORS.

He looked up our website and learned more about what we we’re doing to help support those who suffer in silence and are living with Post Traumatic Stress. He went through many of our past videos and was very inspired by our message, and felt he was NOT ALONE, and could reach out to us.

So he did.

After hearing Rand Vance story, it had touched my heart so much, that we at Breaking the Chains BC decided that day to do ANOTHER #PTSD / #mentalhealth program for Aug 20th (this past weekend).

Now the second best part of the story, I had opened my facebook the next day to see that Rand had taken it upon himself to start doing the #22pushupchallange and help raise awareness to the 22 soldiers who die by suicide in America each day who suffer with PTSD.

I had watched his video of day one, trying to do his 22 push ups ..and it brought so many tears to my eyes, after hearing his life story and here he was now raising awareness himself to PTSD and dong his best to do so …upon watching him struggle and bang out 14 of his 22 push-ups ..that was the best he could do …it confirmed my personal belief that ..I had now found MY HERO.

I gave him my word on the phone a few days earlier that we would meet in person and we would do another PTSD awareness program on Aug 20th.

Now the best part, Rand Vance shows up 1 hour early on Aug 20th and tells me he doesn’t feel comfortable in crowds and that he’s afraid of being in large groups.

I explained to him as the bus loads of warriors showed up, that WE ARE ALL THERE TO SUPPORT each other and connect together.

Rand, still explained to me that he was not comfortable with so many people around him. I put my paw on his shoulder, looked him in he eyes, and assured him ..he is safe, and in good hands as I looked up to the universe above and smiled.

The video you’re about to watch says it all, as I have no words that will ever describe how it feels to have watched Rand lead over 70 Warriors doing 22 push ups to raise awareness to the 22 soldiers who die by suicide each day in America.

Thank you Rand Vance, you Sir are not only MY HERO, but a huge inspiration to all.

Mental Health Week - May 2 - 8th - PTSD AWARENESS VIDEO

There is an officer, a paramedic, a firefighter who is struggling right now to hide their injuries. They are suffering and may not survive the year.

They SEARCH for US,
They RESCUE US,

They ANSWER OUR calls,
They FIGHT for US,
They DIE for US,
They CRY for US,
They are THERE for US,
DAY IN,
DAY OUT,

They SUFFER with PTSD.

MOST BAD ASS CUSTOM CHOPPER / Mainhattan Choppers Germany

What do you get when you put a German, a Englishman, a Canadian, and a South African together? TEAMWORK , TEAMWORK , TEAMWORK – ‪#‎family‬

4 months ago, I had the pleasure of getting my hands on a brand new Harley Davidson 2100cc for a few minutes.

As of today, Ian Alderton has just about finished this bike he has built from the ground up. Nice work brother.

Thank you, Police Chief Commander Bad Homburg Germany...

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Thank you, Police Chief Commander Bad Homburg Germany…for your service Sir
And for risking your life and health over all of the years to keep us safe.
WATCH VID NOW ( maybe disturbing to some viewers )

Kal Tire
PIAA
Summit Lodge Boutique Hotel
Escape Route
Scandinave Spa Whistler
Nesters Market & Pharmacy – Whistler
Families of the RCMP for PTSD Awareness
CTV Vancouver
CBC Vancouver
Global News
Pique Newsmagazine
101.5 Whistler FM
Breaking the Chains BC
‪#‎ptsd‬
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