INTRODUCTION
Thank you for taking the time to learn about DADiabetes (Drinkers Against Diabetes, DAD) and DAD Motorsports.
My name is M.W. (Mur) Le Sage and I am the Founder/President of (DAD).
I am a drinker and have been for over 50 years. I am also a Type II Diabetic, but it is what I have recently lived through that I feel compelled to share with the World. It is my wish that no-one should ever have to experience any of what I have.
All of this and more is covered along with my goals for (DAD) over the pages that follow.
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Type II Diabetes, the World's fastest growing and in my mind, misunderstood disease is said to be responsible for over 1 million deaths annually as well as countless life crippling side effects like Blindness, Heart Attack and Stroke. Diabetes is truly unforgiving, yet it is preventable and even reversible if correctly managed. This I know, based on my own personal experiences.
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DADiabetes was started in 2024 by myself, Mur Le Sage, a lifetime Drinker, for the purpose of sharing the truth about Type II Diabetes.
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My findings are based on my own personal struggle with Type II Diabetes that spanned over two decades and eventually lead to a massive brain stem stroke leaving my entire left side paralyzed. These life experiences together with the slow painstaking recovery that followed have given me a new perspective as well as respect for both Diabetes and the lifetime of over indulging that caused my problems in the first place.
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Determined to share my new found wisdom with the World, I've formed DADiabetes (DAD) as a platform in which to do so. (DAD) is not affiliated or sponsored by the medical or pharma industries in any way. Instead it is self-funded through the Le Sage family together with the kind donations of supporters such as yourself.
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M.W. (Mur) Le Sage
This means any information and discoveries I share are 100% true without any industry intimidation or manipulation. My stories tell it like it is.
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Without getting into great detail at this time, I am proud to say I've not just beat the odds by miraculously recovering from the paralyzing stroke that I never should have even survived according to all the experts… I've also proved to beat my Diabetes.
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Without the aid of any pharma whatsoever, my A1C (blood sugar) is 5.0. At the same time my blood pressure, cholesterol numbers and body weight are back to what's considered by the experts as optimal, but not without much trial and error. Personal experimentation that not only took years but in some cases caused subsequent new health issues as well as irreversible damage.
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My personal discoveries along with a lifetime of experiences (as well as the stories behind the stories) are all covered in detail between the covers of my soon to be released book, appropriately named -“Still in the Game”
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After all, against all the odds I am "Still in the Game," playing my hand to the best of my ability. Sure it may not be the strongest hand I've ever been dealt, but I have no-one to blame for that but myself.
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Join us now in the fight against the Pharmaceutical Industry with their lies about Type II Diabetes. You can help us on our quest to share the truth about Type II Diabetes by simply making a small donation that together with others will in turn go a long way in supporting our mission to save lives as well as reduce costs to our over burdened medical systems.
Every donation counts and is greatly appreciated, even as little as $1.00
As a bonus, with a minimum donation of $50.00 put yourself on the list to receive a free gift of a limited first edition, autographed hard cover copy of Mur's soon to be released book... "Still in the Game"
About DADiabetes (DAD)
It is the mission of DAD to raise awareness through education of others as to the truth about Type II Diabetes. Although our purpose is clear and may seem on the surface to parallel some of the many already existing Diabetes organizations, our research methodology as well as findings, are not. DADiabetes although different, is not here to debate or in any way undermine the years of research conducted by the International Diabetes Federation (IDF) or any of it's affiliated members. DADiabetes is actually a member of the (IDF) and quote some of their facts about Type II Diabetes throughout our own research.
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That said, I have to question the other organization's interpretation of the data gained over centuries of scientific research conducted Worldwide. DAD's discoveries as well as conclusions are based on facts, only facts and may differ or even contradict that of the others. I am not saying that all of their findings based on years of research and studies are wrong. What I am saying is that one should consider that there are alternate ways to interpret all the facts and form our own conclusions.
Why this information has not been made available to the World until now through myself and DADiabetes, is in my mind simple. I attribute it to the reality of today's influence by Big Pharma on the other organizations through many funding initiatives. All done in the interest of making money, Diabetes is surrounded by industries that make far too much money to simply stop and tell the truth.
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DADiabetes is proud to claim we speak only the truth based on nothing more than the facts. Everything you are about to learn from DAD is through the sharing of real proof from personal experiences of my own. First hand experiences from the perspective similar to that of a lab rat himself. Please remember, I am not a doctor or health professional of any kind. What I am though may surprise you. Over my lifetime I've done many different things, both professionally as well as personally, all of which are covered in my book. Unfortunately when it comes to my own personal health, let’s just say I dropped the ball for over 5 decades leading to Type II Diabetes followed by a massive brain stem stroke.
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It's what I've done since with regard to my personal health that has prompted the need to share my findings with the World in hopes of saving others from a similar fate without the cost of prescribed meds. DADiabetes is not a not for profit organization. We proudly pay our taxes that in turn a portion goes to support our overburdened medical systems.
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W.T.F. – WHY?
I understand why they feed us the bullshit… but why do we swallow it? I mean this statement in more than one way.
Big industry has found ways to make big money for years at the expense of our health. They then make more selling us pharmaceuticals designed to combat the issues they created. It’s genius on their part and I understand their motive, but why are we going along with it?
Through my own personal experiences, I’ve learned how to break free from the trap I’d been in all my life. It started with my skin as a teen and ran into my 60’s with Type II Diabetes and a massive stroke.
In hindsight, I was not just a slow learner, but a cash cow to a handful of big industries. Not anymore! Slow to learn yes, but as the old saying goes… better late than never.
- Mur Le Sage, founder of DADiabetes (Drinkers Against Diabetes)
What is DADiabetes?
DADiabetes (DAD) is for the time being primarily a small group of supporters, but Mur believes in a short time it will grow to become a huge organization of like minded people.
DADiabetes (Drinkers Against Diabetes) intent is to raise public awareness as to the truth about Type II Diabetes.
Our goal is to curb the continued growth of Type II Diabetes, presently considered our planet's fasting growing disease. Discovered back as far as the Egyptian era, modern medical science has done very little to prevent the problem. Instead, medications have been developed to control the symptoms allowing those with Type II Diabetes to carry on living with the same bad practices that caused it in the first place.
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It is DAD's mission to open the eyes of others to the reality of Type II Diabetes and how it can be avoided before ever being contracted and for those with it already... controlled without any prescriptions.
DAD's plans include the education of our youth through the publication of our founder's book as well as an informative website and personal lectures by Mur himself at schools, etc. Stories of his personal experiences with Alcohol, Drugs, Diabetes and all the subsequent issues that followed including a massive brain stem stroke due to his personal mismanagement of his problems. Stories of how Mur beat his Type II Diabetes without the aid of prescription drugs and what can be done to prevent getting it in the first place.
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But, don't just take our word for it. We encourage everyone to conduct their own research. Much information is available on the internet, but please be cautioned. Not everything you will find is true and it's hard to tell what's Helpful vs what's Harmful. Mur found this out the hard way, through trial and error. Topics all covered in his book (soon to be released)
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The Le Sage family out front of their home, a favorite watering hole of many for over a century. Formerly the Highwayman Saloon, it's now the World Headquarters of Drinkers Against Diabetes, and been re-named... DAD's Private Lair. A Private facility accessed only by Family, Friends and Supporters of DADiabetes & DAD Motorsports.
Why Write & Publish a Book?
Short answer… Over my lifetime, I’ve witnessed our World going to hell and no-one seems to be doing anything about it, I’ve lived a rather unique life unparalleled by anyone. This you will soon agree once you read my tale. Everyone has a story… "Still In The Game" is mine.
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I feel if more people shared their stories, both good and bad, the rest of us could learn without having to experience many of the woes ourselves. I find everyone is willing to boast, even brag about their accomplishments and wins. Yet, very few are willing to share or even talk about their failures and losses.
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It is my opinion that our World would be a lot better place if this practice were to change, which is exactly what I am doing with the soon to be release of my book of personal experiences… “Still in the Game.” It is my hopes that others who read my stories may avoid similar fates as my own.
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According to the information available on the web that I both refuse to quote or credit as it may or may not be true, the discovery of Diabetes dates back to the Egyptian Era. To be clear that’s over 3000 years before Christ. Please feel free to look it up yourself.
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Now to bring things into perspective, I’m going to tell you a little story. As a tale end baby boomer myself, born in 1959, I grew up through some pretty remarkable technological advancements.
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Recently I was witness to a couple of kids that looked to me to be around 7-8 years of age. They were both texting on cell phones that I can only imagine belonged to them. Point is… at that age I was still playing with a couple of soup cans joined together with a string and proud to have them.​
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Photo of Mur taken at age 61 prior to his stroke, shit faced drunk and living a life of denial
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I’d of been around 9 or 10 when one Christmas my parents got my sister and I walkie talkies. Not a set each… one set to share. Wasn’t long before my sister lost hers rendering mine useless. Devastated at first, I soon thereafter got over it, as their range back then was little more than the string and cans. This is just one example, but think about how far we’ve technologically come over the past 50 years.
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So getting back to the Egyptians. While they were still without paper and carving their thoughts in stone, we’re told they’d discovered Diabetes. Now speaking for myself, one would just assume that with all of our advancements over those 5000+ years, someone would have figured out a cure for Diabetes. Ever asked yourself why this is not the case?
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I believe it’s because there is no money in it. I’ve proved the cure is simple, natural and within us all. Just change our bad eating habits and get some damn exercise.
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So why is this truth not publicly known and pushed? Think about the monetary value of sugar as well as the fast food industries alone and that’s before you factor in all the spin-off businesses. White death is in more than just sweet treats. Sugar is the silent killer in many foods you’d never suspect.
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Then there is the medical / pharmaceutical industries that once prescribes a med for the newly diagnosed diabetic, has a customer for life if they follow the generally accepted program. It’s far too profitable to make any changes for big industry, but on an individual basis… the choice is ours, is it not?
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With a little self-discipline you can do as I proved works and get off the meds altogether. With everything I’ve experienced myself over the past few years, I’m not even convinced Type II Diabetes is as we are told, a real chronic disease. I have my own theory that I explain in detail in my soon to be released book, but for now, is it possible that Type II Diabetes is merely one of our brain’s internal warning signals of a much larger pending problem?
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Controversial topic I know. But, how can Type II Diabetes be categorized the same as Cancer or Heart Disease when all one has to do to resolve the issue is change his bad practices. Does that sound like a chronic disease to you?
I realize what I am suggesting differs from all the mainstream information available everywhere, but I am speaking from personal experience. I believe it to be true, because what I discovered worked for me. And, important to remember, I was in no way a light weight… literally. Prior to my stroke I had abused myself for my entire life. Booze, drugs and sugary foods, topped off with obesity, while living a stressful lifestyle was the norm for me.
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I did not exercise, nor did I have a physically active job. I was the perfect candidate for a jammer of some kind. I was the last person you’d expect to have turned all my numbers around. Funny how all it took was a near death experience due to a massive paralyzing brain stem stroke and an over 4 year recovery, that I still struggle with today. Which is why I can honestly say… I speak from experience.
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My challenge now, is repairing the damage already done. The damage to my brain from the stroke is permanent, but fortunately other parts of the human brain can learn to replace the dead area. This for me is proving to be a slow process, but with any luck I could make a full recovery. I have my fingers crossed, which is something I couldn’t do just 4 years ago.
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At this time, just over 4 years into my recovery, I still have walking and balance issues. Then there’s the damage I can never repair, the mess I’ve made with the ones I love. Everything I’ve put them through since the stroke, is time lost we can never get back. The stress and agony I inflicted on them was unfair. Something I wished I would have considered before I did this to myself. The fact that it was all preventable and I allowed it to happen simply because of ignorance, is why I feel I need to share my personal experiences as well as discoveries now.
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Sure I can’t turn the hands of time back for myself, but it is my goal to help others avoid similar fates. - M. W. Le Sage
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So, why did Mur take the little valuable time our medical experts lead him to believe he had left to live, only to form DADiabetes (DAD) as well as write his book? The full answer to this question is rather complex, as detailed in his stories throughout his book… “Still in the Game”
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For the purpose of this short preview, the answer is because he felt he had too. Had too for several reasons, with the most important being… to share his discoveries with others in hopes of helping them avoid similar fates. But, wait ‘til you read his book and decide for yourself, because the full answer to this question is still somewhat a mystery to even Mur.
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More than just everything Mur has learned during his 4+ year recovery from paralyzation caused by a massive brain stem stroke that doctors described as miraculous to have even survived. Mur then delves further into how he beat all odds once again, by conquering his multi-decade struggle with Type II Diabetes and over indulgence on more than just alcohol.
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The true stories of not just how he did it without the aid of prescriptions, but also what he did to trigger the problems in the first place. Personal tales of wins and losses, good times as well as bad that span over 5 decades. The stories behind the stories that are guaranteed to inform as well as educate while entertaining all those that read it. Shared wisdom based on his own mistakes, as well as what inspired him to venture off the medically recommended path and forge his own personal lifestyle changes to rectify his health issues. Stories of his new found respect for the delicate balance of life. A real life story like no other ever written.
Description… "Still In The Game"
"Still In The Game" - Preview
Before I can talk about the man I've become, I must first tell you of the man I once was. "Still In The Game" is a compilation of a lifetime of tales that span over 5 decades. Impossible to deny... I've lived a very colorful life. Thing is, much of it I won't talk about, some I just can't remember, and the rest is in my opinion not that interesting... or is it?
I've done many different things. More than most would ever dream of, yet at the end of the day amassed very little.
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Looking back, I've made my fair share of mistakes, several of which should have killed me, yet I'm still here. Funny thing is, I can't explain how or what, yet why is blatantly obvious. Something has guided me here while keeping me alive to tell the story. As strange as it sounds, it's all true.
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One North American Native's extraordinary journey. A quest even I don't truly understand how it was made possible.
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Regardless of any question, the one fact that remains beyond explanation is... the story needs to be told. One man's lessons, learned the hard way. A series of real life stories shared with the goal of helping others avoid a similar fate.
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This preview is just one of those tales. I am going to start by sharing a story until now, I've told no-one.
This tale begins over 30 years ago. I was in a different place than ever in my life as I was recovering from a crystal meth addiction. A full year of my life had been wasted and the collateral damage extended far beyond the financial devastation to more importantly, my family.
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Three young boys who depended on Dad for everything. With their mother's unwillingness to quit her drug problem, I was awarded full custody. Three sons ages 4 to 7 needed me then more than ever. Unfortunately, I was close to broke and the vultures were circling. The mountain of debt far exceeded my assets and my ability to create cash flow with what I knew was crimped, to say the least.
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I remember like it was yesterday, sitting at the kitchen table of the family home while under foreclosure preceding, trying to figure a way out. Prior to the recent Judge’s custody ruling, the last of my money was spent on lawyers and the settlement. The ex-wife had been living in the house with the boys, and I would forward thousands monthly to see that they were more than covered.
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What I didn't know was that she chose to ignore the boys and spend the money on her drug related lifestyle. By the time I re-gained possession it was too late. The house was a mess and all the bills were in arrears. I was in an extremely dark place. I had my sons, but how I would support them wasn't clear.
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I'd gotten them all in bed and after reading bedtime stories, mixed myself a stiff drink. Emotionally devastated as well as riddled with guilt for what I had put them through, I sat and listened to Metallica's Black Album. Before long the song "Nothing Else Matters" triggered emotions I couldn't contain and I found myself weeping like a little boy.
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With no-one to blame but myself and no obvious way out of the situation we were all in, I did something I'd never done before. I'm not proud of what I did or even sure of the proper term, because I am not a religious man. I was not praying to god as per se, but more so pleading for help from someone, or something. I was wishing for a solution and prepared to sell my soul in trade for the well-being of my boys.​ They needed me, and I was determined to right my wrong, at any cost.
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I'm not sure what happened that night, nor do I believe I ever will, but I now truly believe something did. I never put any thought to it at the time, but just days later I was sitting across the same table, this time with an old friend I'd known since I was 14. He was roughly a decade my senior and one of my mid-level bosses when I worked at my first full time job after school.
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We became good friends that lasted decades until he passed away. But, back to that day 30 years ago. He was having financial problems of his own with his Air Service that I'd sold him just a few years earlier. He was unable to pay me some lease payments on aircraft I had leased him and made me a proposal to partner up with him to save the business. Strangely, it was as if I'd been dealt a new hand... this one with better cards. Just like that, I was back in the game.
The sequence of events over the decades that followed, were not all pretty or by any means easy, but unquestionably unique. Sounding more like the pages of a fictional mystery novel than reality, the years proved priceless. We were and still are a family like no other I've met or ever even heard about. A relationship between father and sons comparable only to that of fairytales.
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Unable to explain how we accomplished the things we did, together we moved forward through life like it was normal, because for us it was. With the highlights described over the pages of my book, there remains several mysteries yet unsolved. Firstly, how it was I ever started writing in the first place. Not educated beyond high school and never being much of a reader myself, the question still remains. For some unknown reason writing just became a pass time after I got the boys to bed. I found using my imagination to write fiction both relaxing as well as a great form of entertainment.
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Over the decades that followed I started several stories and completed none. Never thought a thing of it, as to me it was just an enjoyable hobby. Life went on and although I never touched Meth again, my lust for alcohol increased.
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All seemed well, until that cold COVID Winter morning, 26 years after what I'd thought of as my darkest day. Funny how awakening paralyzed in the hospital, with no memory of how I got there changed all that. Doctors and nurses attempted to calm me down while briefing me on everything they knew.
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My own actions may have in fact been the reason I was there, but why I survived was yet another mystery. Strangely, over their voices was something else, from where I have no idea. At first I thought the voice was my own imagination somehow reacting to drugs they'd given me.
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Unable to block the message, "Tell your story" continued to ring loud and clear in my head. Where it was coming from, I had no idea... still don't today. Weeks passed as experts scrutinized my test results before explaining how statistically I should have died.
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Additionally the odds of surviving the next year were against me, never mind the first 30 days. The struggle of recovery from the brain damage and paralyzation were further challenges I would face if I was lucky enough to survive.
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4+ years later and here I am, miraculously recovered to the point I have. Still a fraction of the man I once was, but feeling fortunate that for some reason I’d been granted a second chance. Why me, is a question I feel best left unanswered. What I am supposed to do with the time is without question. The message still haunts me today.
As strange as this may sound, I believe now more than ever, in deities or superior beings. Who or what they are I have no idea. What I do suspect now, is that years ago I made a deal... with a promise to one day pay. I've owed for quite some time now and recently my marker has been called. There's no doubt in my mind, I was spared for a reason... to fulfill my end of the deal.
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My task, possibly my destiny, is to tell my story. Did I in fact make a deal, and if so... with who? I truly believe so, and as far as with who or what, I don't care. Fact is, I intend to pay my debt for the priceless gift of time already received. If settling the debt means I am to tell my story, a story that something larger than myself feels must be told... then so be it.
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The story needs to be heard by the more than 462 million Worldwide already on similar paths to their own demise. Call it a guide book full of lessons I learned the hard way, based on a lifetime of mistakes. Bad choices all hinging around drugs and alcohol. Choices that led to a long list of health issues including Diabetes and a massive brain stem stroke.
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Stories that need to be shared with the World. Personal knowledge presently unavailable elsewhere. A series of informative and in some cases controversial stories together between two covers that will prove to change the way you think today.
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"Still in the Game" is an entertaining, as well as informative story of addiction, health, spirituality, single parenting and relationships. Best of all, it's my story. A true story of one man's adventurous journey through a rather extraordinary life. A captivating story that is not just entertaining, but educational as it is inspirational.
Thank you in advance for reading. I know you won't be disappointed.
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Alcohol
The Le Sage Family (left to right) Warren, Mur, Brandon & Mitch... Cheers!
Alcohol is getting a bad rap these days, with regard to almost every medical issue under the sun. Yet, there are more brand names with tasty beverages available than ever before.
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Those who know me, know me as a heavy drinker, and have been my entire life. Those of you who don’t will just have to take my word for it. My point here is… alcohol is not to blame for any of my health issues... I am! My choice to over indulge on booze with sugary mixes was just one of my vises that over time caught up to me.
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I still drink today, except now I drink responsibly. Fact is… I’ve proven it to assist me with maintaining my blood sugar and therefore keeping my Type II Diabetes in check. All without the aid of doctor prescribed prescriptions.​ I’m not saying that alcohol didn’t play a role with my negative health issues, because it did. What I am saying is that it is in no way the fault of the alcohol itself.
Alcohol and my heritage… WTF?
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Once again I encourage you to conduct your own research on this topic, as there is much written on it and as always, with conflicting views.
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This story is my story, based on nothing more than my own personal experiences. As a proud Band member of the Batchewana First Nation, I have spent my entire life residing off our ancestral band lands, yet it does not make me any less proud of my heritage. Moving to British Columbia was my father’s choice years before I was born, and I’ve made a life here ever since.
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This choice of ours did not isolate us from any of our ancestral heritage, least not our intolerance to both lactose as well as alcohol. Genetics are genetics, regardless of where you reside, so think about what I am going to tell you next.
Scientists have proven East Asian’s may have an alcohol intolerance due to the lack of an enzyme within themselves. There is no mention of this theory with regard to Native North Americans (it's instead referred to as a Alcohol Misuse Disorder). Although, I do personally have a lactose intolerance due to a similar enzyme deficiency.
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Why do you suppose that is? Coincidence?... I think not. With the origin of First Nation tribes throughout North America, proven through DNA tests to stem from North East Asia over 25,000 years ago, it’s easy to see how there could be a correlation with both enzyme issues.
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Now, where I am going with this personal experience is this. Could my intolerance to alcohol just be the beginning of a series of issues negatively effecting my health? If so was I helpless to the inevitable outcome? No, not at all. I was merely ignorant to the facts and therefor on a road to my own demise.
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I was fortunate enough to beat the odds by surviving. Not wanting anyone else to suffer through a similar downfall, I feel it’s time we all take a close look at our present lifestyles and ask ourselves… WTF?
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I delve into this topic as well as many more in my soon to be released book, that I feel is a must read for all. I only wish it would have been available to me a few years back. I guarantee it would have changed the way I looked at Alcohol, Diabetes, Stress and my respect for personal health as a whole.
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Alcohol Consumption…
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This topic is very close to my heart for several reasons. I get into them all over the pages of my book but for today’s story I will keep it brief.
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My entire adult life was spent drinking. In my mind, I was not an alcoholic by definition simply because I never attended meetings and I always knew I could quit at the drop of a hat. I just chose not to. As ridiculous as it sounds, alcohol was my personal crutch, my stress relief and my lifestyle saw to it that there was no shortage of that. So, for me relief was found at the bottom of a bottle. My drink of choice was rum & coke, but I’d been known to indulge on just about everything over the years.
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The fact that over the years I owned and ran 3 different Bars. In each case, as if to further promote my lust for alcohol, I lived in the Hotels above the Bars. This meant I was never without a tasty beverage whenever I felt like it, and believe me when I say... I felt like it all the time.
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The stroke changed all that. Doctor’s orders were, I was to quit drinking. As I stated earlier, I always knew I could so I did. Quit completely for over a year, without ever having a craving. While still struggling with maintaining my blood sugar, I read somewhere that alcohol in small amounts can actually be a benefit. My thought was, what the hell… why not give it a try.
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The process of finding the right combination of everything is all covered in detail in my book, but to summarize, through much experimentation I found my personal sweet spot. No pun intended. While weening myself off of Metformin (Diabetes meds) and experimenting with different diets, I reintroduced alcohol. To my surprise, it worked.
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I now enjoy a low carb beer or two, a glass of dry red wine, or a shot of rum in my coffee. Not every day but whenever I want, and it does not affect my blood sugar negatively at all. In some cases if I eat wrong, it actually helps.
I’ve been practicing this now for 3 years and my A1C has averaged 5.0, confirming that for myself alcohol in moderation is a good thing. Not saying it will work for everyone, because as I've already stated we are all different.
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Diet
(No one diet works for all)
I have much to share on the topic of Diet between the covers of my book. Too much to get into here, now for the purpose of this Website, so let be just summarize by saying the following...
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No one diet works for everyone. I know this to be true through much trial and error, but when you consider each of our heritages, lifestyles, allergies, and eating habits alone... it all makes sense.
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In my opinion, the generally accepted "Food Pyramid" pushed by our governing bodies is wrong.
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Eating 3 plus meals a day is wrong. Grazing is for cows.
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"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day." This statement, that we've all heard since we were children is in my mind true, but not as publicly promoted. The word in itself says it all. "Break - Fast"... meaning the breaking of a Fast. Loading up on sugary foods including grains and fruit, just because we got out of bed is wrong in so many ways. A Fast should be a minimum of 12 hours, 18 if you'd like to lose weight and/or control your blood sugar. Breakfast, or your first meal of the day can be Lunch or Dinner for that matter, but if your managing Type II Diabetes... stay away from the sugar, fruit and grains.
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Over indulging, something I was an expert at, on anything is wrong.
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These are just a few points that once I learned, sadly the hard way, I took seriously and used to formulate through trial and error a diet that worked for me. I'm not saying it will work for everyone or anyone else for that matter. Just saying it has proved to work for me.
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I'm 60 lbs. lighter than my pre-stroke weight, my blood pressure and cholesterol levels are back to optimum and my doctor describes me as, "essentially no longer a diabetic." This is all without taking any meds.
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I'm not a doctor, or nutritionist nor do I have any medical training of any kind so I am not going to recommend anything. What I am going to say, based on my own personal experience is... do your own research, find what works for you and stick to it. Remember to exercise and that nothing happens overnight.
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Much more on this topic including what worked as well as didn't work for myself, in my soon to be released book... "Still In The Game." Pre-order a copy of your own now.
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Mur about to devour his 65th Birthday Dinner. Small portions not required when a proper diet is practiced daily. More on this topic in Mur's soon to be released book - "STILL IN THE GAME."
DAD Motorsports is dedicated to the promotion of all Family Motorsports, especially where Father/Son teams are participants. This includes the sponsorship of such events as Motorsport Races as well as Car Shows where in both cases some of the competitors entries are Family built and/or raced.
My reasoning for this is extensive due to my own personal experiences. Raising my sons on my own since they were young boys has afforded me much experience on this topic. The more you learn of myself the more you'll understand that I only share from personal experience.
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That said, my goal is to promote Father/Son relationships similar to that of my own. Quality time spent together that is sadly becoming a lost practice in today's society. In an effort to better explain, I have selected one story from my book, "Still in the Game" that I hope will help you understand.
Before I get started, this is where I mention that if you can appreciate what it is I am trying to accomplish and would like to work together promoting your Family Motorsport project, please send me a proposal. I will personally consider every proposal I receive and subject to my own cash flows, help support all those I can.
In my book “Still in the Game” I get into detail the importance of my car collection to me at this point of my life. But, for now I am just going to share what I’ve recently experienced with the purchasing of the family's last two classic collectible car projects.
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Firstly, I just want to say that my lifelong passion for customizing old cars may not be something that interests you, but everyone has different passions. The moral to this story holds true for whatever floats your boat. The photos on the right are of just a few shots of some of the family's present toy collection.
Back to my tale… In both the recent purchases mentioned above, the boys and I travelled with truck and trailer to pick up the project vehicles. In each instance while my sons loaded the cars and all included parts, I got to know the sellers over lengthy conversations. Both sellers, of similar age to myself turned out to be great guys, each with stories of their own.
For privacy reasons I won’t mention their names, so for now will just refer to them as Hank and Tom. My story starts with the purchase of the second project. This one was originally thought by us to be nothing more than a hulk to be used as a parts car for a ’57 Ford project my son Brandon already had. It turned out to be in better shape than we expected, so we've since decided it will become a future project of it's own.
When we arrived at Tom’s place, I immediately found myself envious of his estate style home and property. His shop was not only twice the size as ours but it was meticulously detailed with a lifetime collection of memorabilia. Something I’ve been dreaming about having since I started my own collection back in my early 20’s.
Monetarily worth big bucks, but to Tom worth so much more. I could see the look of pride in his eyes as he showed me several pieces, each with a story of its own. I myself have a similar collection, but unfortunately most of it is in boxes tucked away in storage until I can expand on our shop and without the required capital… time presses on. For now, I can only enjoy a small portion of what I’ve collected that’s presently on display in the old Saloon, now the family man cave and World headquarters of DADiabetes & DAD Motorsports.
Tom’s collection was all neatly on display in one shop/showroom along with his toys and projects. I could not help but be envious as well as inspired to get off my ass and complete my own dream shop. As our conversation flowed Tom mentioned that his family showed no interest in his collection of cars or memorabilia. He went on to explain how he’d reluctantly sell me the one uncompleted project he's been working on for years, as he was finding it a bit overwhelming to finish with his present health issues.
He was willing to take less than half of his out of pockets to date, with no allowance for the thousands of hours he’d already put into it. I was serious when my response to his offer was that if I had the cash, I’d of bought it right there and then.
I was reminded of how I’d purchased an old Plymouth from Hank just weeks earlier, and shared with Tom the story of what the project Plymouth meant to both Hank as well as myself. Sadly in both cases, neither of these two gentleman had relationships with sons that share the same interests, like I do. By the time we parted company and were rolling out of his driveway, my feelings had changed.
I was no longer envious, but in fact proud of what I had at home. I may not have the fancy estate with the showroom style shop, but I had something far more valuable. Not just a lifetime collection of toys, tools, spares and memorabilia… but 3 sons I’m very close to, in which to share it all with. Not just over the time I may have remaining, but something for them to remember me by once I’m gone.
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My dream is, that in the near future we can all work on the collection as a family once the shop expansion is completed. In the meantime I am continuing with acquiring all the parts we will need. I’ve accepted the fact that if I don’t make it, my sons can deal with the collection as they wish. Worst case scenario, as I’ve always said, if times get tough everything can always be turned into cash.
Going back now approximately a month, my sons and I went to the mainland to buy the old Plymouth Fury. Now this one was for myself and all 3 of my boys questioned the purchase. In stock form a ’61 Fury is an unattractive car. But, in my mind, it’s so ugly… It’s cool and this particular one was far from stock form. Hank had spent countless hours over a 30 year period customizing the old girl, and it was still far from finished. As with all of us, life had a way of distracting him from his dream while time passed on.
To complete it right the project still requires many more man hours and a 6 digit budget. Hank's health was slipping and without family to assist him, he decided to let go of his dream. Immediately after I saw it… I knew I had to have it as part of our collection. I knew I couldn’t get to it right away, simply because without the shop expansion I didn’t even have a place to work on it. Yet as if it was calling out to me… I knew it was coming home with us.
I spent hours that day swapping stories with Hank and getting to know him. Sadly his health issues had him on a handful of meds daily, and in addition to tiring easily, he was no longer in any shape to ever complete his dream car. So a deal was made and because my vision for the build is similar to that of Hank’s… it will one day become reality.
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Now, whether the two of us will both live long enough to enjoy seeing it finished, is yet to be seen. But for me it’s more… much more.
As I’ve tried to explain over the Chapters of my book, the dream of my shop/showroom and car collection is my inspiration to not just recover, but stay healthy to see it all through to fruition. A challenge that’s not even financially possible at present. It’s my personal long term goal to see it all become reality. Additionally, with my sons not only sharing my passion, they’ve all stepped up to the plate financially since my stroke to cover the daily costs. None more than Brandon, and his desire to customize his own cars, now rivals my own. This sense of responsibility has put their own lives on hold, so I want now more than ever while I'm still alive, is to help all 3 achieve their goals.
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We all realize that by working together as a team, we can help each other accomplish our own personal goals. As long as I am "Still In The Game" I intend to do everything I can to make just that possible. Which for myself, includes my lifetime dream of building the Le Sage family custom car collection.
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Selling any of them off now as Tom and Hank have chose, is in my mind admitting defeat… folding my hand and pushing away from the table. I’m not ready to accept that just yet, and will do everything possible to continue the fight. Even if I never fully recover or contract new health issues, I refuse to quit the pursuit of not just my dreams, but sharing in the filling of my son’s as well.
I may no longer be a healthy young man, but I’m “Still in the Game” and playing the hand I have to the best of my ability. Which in my mind the best anyone can do…
I truly believe it to be a mistake for anyone to let go of his dreams. Sure they may be just dreams but as a wise man once said… “A dream without any physical effort, is just a wish.” In my case reaching my goal of fully recovering as well as physically surviving long enough to see my dream of building the family car collection is my motivation.
Just knowing it’s going to take years and huge capital to accomplish, fuels me daily with imaginative thoughts of how to make it happen while at the same time assisting me from slipping back into my former lifetime of bad habits.
After all, what is life without the challenge of filling one’s own dreams? The way I see it… if I don’t make it at least I will have tried, while proudly having fun along the way sharing quality time with my sons.
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The moral to this tale is... Don't waste the little time we all have with our loved ones. No-one lives forever and shit happens, so share every moment you can together doing whatever it is you all enjoy.
"A TOUCH TOO MUCH" the Le Sage family's tribute to AC/DC inside the MGM Grand Hotel Casino where it was unveiled in 2010
Our AC/DC Tribute Truck's one-off design includes a hand carved Honduras Mahogany nose surrounding a built-in Marshall Amp, perfectly matching the Angus Young Signature Series Gibson SG
Brian Johnson, front man of AC/DC viewing our one-off masterpiece with Mur at Warehouse Studios.
Our AC/DC Tribute where it was featured as a hole-in-one prize at the Sara McLachlan Charity Golf Tournament
Our '61 Plymouth project in bare metal on our trailer coming home inside a BC Ferry.
The '61 Fury project slowly taking form.
Our '63 Mercury Meteor project on the chassis jig - serious work-in-progress
Our '64 Ford Galaxie that I purchased in Creswell Oregon back in 1990.
Our '28 Canadian built Pontiac. A true survivor, still with factory original paint.
Formerly a California Highway Patrol Police Cruiser, this '89 Caprice is just another one in the Le Sage family collection.
Extremely rare Canadian built '52 Ford Monarch 2 door sedan. 1 of less than 500
A pair of our old Fords. Left a '53, right a '52
Our old sign truck, a '47 International KB7
"Drinkers Fury" our '64 Plymouth Fury Super Stock clone work-in-progress project
Our '60 Chevy Impala pro-street project... or as we've named her, "Nothing Else Matters"
Our '71 Lincoln Continental Mark III project, waiting in line with the rest of them for us to expand the family shop and get to work
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Recent News
Jan 24/25...
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The last day of my 4th year of recovery. Wish I could say I was 100% recovered, but truth is I'm still a fraction of what I once was... Literally!
My weight is holding steady at 170 lbs., down 60 lbs. from 4 years back and down 90 lbs. from my heaviest in my early 30's.
Although my walking performance is still impaired due to balance issues, my numbers across the board are great. Without the aid of any meds except for a mild dose of blood thinners that were prescribed as a preventative measure to stop blood clots in the event of a reoccurring AFIB episode, which could lead to another stroke.
Months have passed since I've experienced any AFIB so I'm considering stopping the blood thinners in the near future once I consult with my doctor.
Back to my numbers... After a cup of coffee and mild stair exercise this afternoon my blood pressure was 126/68 heart rate of 78. Once relaxing in my favorite chair for 10 minutes those numbers went down to 110/59 heart rate of 72.
Both my cholesterol as well as my blood sugar are good and in the doctor's words, "Essentially, I'm no longer Diabetic." He went on to say that, "he's never had a patient that has so successfully turned his life around."
Now when you factor in the statistics of recovery, not to mention survival from a massive brain stem stroke such as I suffered, I'm feeling extremely fortunate to even still being here. Four full years of beating all the odds and proud to be... "Still in the Game"
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Jan 30/25 - UPDATE - NEM
This update although seemingly on the surface has nothing to do with my recovery and/or present state of health, I believe differently. Throughout my stories contained between the covers of my book, "Still in the Game," I explain the importance of "Nothing Else Matters."
Over the pages of my book I go on to explain the importance of both the Metallica song "Nothing Else Matters," as well as our design for a car of the same name, that the song has inspired me to build for over 15 years. Not wanting to get into all the details for this short story, I'm just going to update you as the reader with the project's latest progress.
I have committed to an engine we are purchasing in Bakersfield this Spring, as well as some chassis upgrade parts in Sacramento. Our plans include retrieving our AC/DC tribute truck, "A Touch Too Much" while in California, where it's been in storage for 15 years now. That in itself is yet another story, that I share in my book of tales.
Back to this update, the boys and I plan to photograph and video the highlights of the trip so we can share it with you all in the not so distant future. Until then... please stay tuned for more as the story unfolds.
Until then, I'd just like close this update with my reasoning for my opening statement with regard to how I truly believe "Nothing Else Matters" has a direct connection to my recovery to date as well as my present health.
This topic is covered in detail over the pages of my book, but for now, please take my word for it when I say... "Nothing Else Matters." It's proved part of both my inspiration as well as motivation over the past 4 years of grueling recovery from my paralyzing stroke.
Building "Nothing Else Matters" has been a personal goal that required both my survival as well as recovery to see it through to completion. A long term goal to help me focus on recovering while staying away from my old habits that caused the stroke in the first place.
Feeling fortunate to have beaten all the odds to this point and proud to be "Still In The Game" to share this vision with my sons... is truly a gift. The gift of quality time with my loved ones. Something I came far too close to loosing due to nothing more than my own mistakes.