About Me
My name is Luke Paul Kozlowski, but I go by or some people call me Luke 7. I was born in Poland, Bustco Zedrow, on a Saturday, June 11, 1983. Six months after my birth I went to the docters for stomach pain, and they descovered that I have a rear disease or a birth defect what every you want to call, it is called Bilier Atrasia. After that dreadful annocment, my parents tryed to begin on a quest to make me better, as the docter said that most patients from this disease dont live to their 6 birthday. So for the next five years my parents tried to get a visa to go to America as that was the only place were these transpants came out 100% successfully, as I was in and out of hospitals all over Poland. I couldnt eat pizza or any fatty food, yet I was 50 pounds over wait, and my skin was yellow as well as my eyes. I had randon nose bleads and unpredictable stomack pains. The local abulences had no problem finding my house as they were a regualr vistors their. I couldnt live a regualr kids life, you know climing up tress, running. In 1989 my dad got a visa from the vice president, but he didnt think that I was that sick and since a Polish hosptial in Warsaw did the proceder. But what my mom found out was that a survel rate of 20% percent was the result from this transplant to my disease, most kids were still sick after it or they died on the operatuing table. 5 months later in early 1990 a docter named Dr. Dun vistied a sick hosptial were I was stayin after a strong flu attacked me and was shocked that a kid with the diesase that I had was still alive at the age of 6, since more then 80% dont survive that long. He requested that I get a visa to America, and with constant dilabrating, the visa president granted me the visa to America. I remeber I would always stay up late into the night by the front door waiting fro my mom like a dog missing its owner as she fought to get the visa from the support of her friends and docters in Poland, and once in a while we wouold reciveie a pakage from my dad contain toys, clothes, food,etc form america, it was like getting things from another world, The toys were a,azing like these turtle action figures, they called it Teenage Mutangt Ninja Turtles, and the food was unbelievable not like I could eat it anyway.So I said goodbye to my brother and my grandparents and the rest of my family and we set out on a plane to America. We settle with some Polish friends that my dad met in Kensington in Philadelphia, Pennsylavian. I was one month shy of turning 7. The disease was prograssing, as the pain got stronger and I felt weak then I did before. A visit at the hospitel with docter Dun we had. It was at St. Christopere hospitel, and we learned that it had to be done as soon as posibley two dings began then, a donner for my liver match and the raising of $500,000. That was the cost of the transplant For the next ten months my family and I went to countless fundraiser and concert and events to rais the money. T-shirts were made, poster were created, I went on channel 6 (ABC6) and 10 (NBC10) news, as well as the front page of the Philadelphia Inquiryer. We bounced from Philly to Cheigo, and back and forth. I met countless of people American and Polish, kids sent me letters with money , I was on local radio station, I was a speacil guest at many Polish concert in Philly and Cheigo, one of the artisit sleped at our house for one night. We couldnt of done it with out this other family the Slawow's, them and their two daugthers (well now three) Tom, Bozna, Beata, Monika helped alot, as she was a translator who had a good connection of putting the word out their. She then becasme our family friend and is to this day and lives a block away from my family for the past 10 years to this day. So after ten months of raising money and hard work, and concetrts, events, gigs, and intervies we finally raised the money, as we stayed at hundreds of people's house in Chiego. Let me put it this way it felt luke being a huge sgtar and constently promoting your work for ten months, its fun but it gets to you after a while.....Picture this it's April 21, 1991 I was in St. Christophere in a hosptiel gowne, sitting in a bed and scared for my life litterly, I was almost 8 years old. I said goodbye to my family and was taken away. 21 hours later I woke up in a glass tube and couldnt talk I saw my family and some friends who had come by to see how I was doing....they put me back to sleep, I woke up a couply hours later, in the intensive care at the hospitels, with everyone looking at me, and tons of machiones, screens, scanners, cables and tubes and nedles in my arm and all around me, as everything was being monitered. I had stables in my scar, for the next three weeks, I ran around the hosptiel in my ninja turtle sword and drove the nurses crazy. And played vido games or watched tv in my room or met friends as I lived in the intensive care for almost a month, with know it being only a month till I was 8. And the rest of my life was about to begin. I call this part the death and rebirth. Cause my sickness died and I got better and starterd living a normal life. I remeber when I was young and my parents were raising the money for the trqansplant, I stuttered also, but I wasnt shyt at all, I was very outspoken and used to start conversations with everyone and even sing, it was after the transplant when I was silenced and started being self consiences and not be confedent anymore, cause of the sky, I knew a time would come when I wasnt shy anymore and would have alot of friends I just dont know when that time would come. For I know I left the hosptuel on May 13, 1991 to begin the rest of my life with both of my hands being held by my mom and dad.found this layout at HOT FreeLayouts.com :: MyHotComments
