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The Mark J Yardley Story


Beaver To Bigtime

“Working hard has always been something I watched my dad and brothers do. I give them all the credit though at the same time, there were things I saw that probably could have been done more effectively and easily. That’s what made me recognize that a person has got to work smart as well. All too often, I’ve heard it said to work smarter, not harder. But the thing is, if a person works hard and smart… well they’ve got an even sharper edge.”
“Only God knows how I wasn’t trampled or run over by the bulldozer into the snow that day. Everyone panicked as they searched for me. Robert was pissed at Alan and Julius for not watching me, but they were doing what they came out to do just like Robert. I couldn’t hear them yelling for me through the wind and storm.”
“I got out of my truck, walked behind to his car, reached in through the window, pulled the guy through it, then proceeded to beat the crap out of him. My blood was boiling at this joker who was smashing up my truck and trying to get us arrested. I knocked the stupid look on his face clear across the street. He tried to get his balance back, but I wasn’t giving him a chance.”
“The saloon was filled with a crowd ready to let off some steam from school and ranching. Two guys were at a boiling point, probably over a girl. They began to fight. At first it was a fair exchange between the two. Then one of them pulled a knife out to stab the other guy.”
“Those cops might have been behind us, but the ones ahead were waiting in St. George and that was not fun at all. We ran over the strips and nearly crashed. Because I was the one driving, they pulled me out of the car and kicked my ass. I really got roughed up. They handcuffed me and dragged me down the street.”
“She cussed me out like a sailor and that was the last time I gave her any shit about it. Mom wasn’t somebody you talked back to. But there were times I did and would get both cussed out and smacked upside the head.”
“It certainly didn’t help that I had to deal with a lot of ignorance from my closest friends and family regarding the disorder. I was still quite young, this was my first child, and I was vulnerable to the influences of these people. Most of them meant well, but their belief system of why and how I became a father to a child with Down’s Syndrome was pretty awful. It made me believe for a long time that I did something wrong and was being punished through my child.”
“One time I was asked to answer a teacher’s question and didn’t even hear him. He asked again and I still was not listening. So, he came over and smacked me hard upside my head. My ears were ringing loudly after that. A teacher could not do that shit nowadays and get away with it.”
“Dad taught me to throw punches and put my hips into them without telegraphing that they were coming. There were times I’d be pissed and got into fights with other kids. What Dad taught served me well because I’d stand my ground and win in an altercation”

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