Goodness touches deep unseen scars
Liars abused years
Cowards never are visable
These people rose
Like the Phoenix out of ashes
All my family jumped like flees
Those above will always
In memory bring a smile to me
I was a victim
My classmate when young I thought invisible to and his wife after I died twice December 2014
James and Jill gave me a check for $200
Pat Zidlicky when my only sister said I could not even sleep in her basement and I had died at my moms feet. In January 2015 my blood sister told me she knew I was innocent of Elder Abuse. However would not come forward for me and clear my Good name of Elder Abuse gave me sucker( old Enhlish word means comfort and a chair to sleep in.)
Pat told me I made her Christmas 2014 special but I’m sure brokenhearted I only made it sad. I had in one swoop more devestating then a tsunami lost my whole family from great niece 1 year old to Godson, mom and blood sister.
Deb and Phil Fordice sent me $200 check.Dr.Deb was one of my professors who met mom. Dr.Deb knew I was not an abuser of my mom or anyone.
Judy Waits my half sister followed the eddict of narcississ illiminate friends of victim scrapegoat. Judys husband bloock Diana. My half sister told Judy she never thought she’d get me onto Elder Abuse yet by January 2015 I learned Diana did it in 2012 and same lies in 2014.
Jeanette Pillsbury(Doctor Education Luther College, my advisor) minister retired teacher and friends helped me. With $350 deposit to have my cat.Diana f-ed me over with her lies. Mom and me with years of abuse. Diana was also calling and sending nasty emails to Dr.P.
Jean Huffy gave me support when I first came out in 98.
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