When Lives are Stolen…

As this gorgeous 4th of July day shines today… our first day of no VOG smell, no heavy clouds laying on us… The sun is shining the volcano is quietly flowing in the background the waves are crashing on the cliffs up the road and I realize… My life was stolen at age 6… all because I talked to a TV host on air and spilled the beans about my younger sister who had a unique medical condition, not rare, just unique…

When we arrived home after mother fuming, she took out a dowl like rod and proceeded to beat a 6-year-old 40 pound child, till she fractured both arms, broke the wrist and little finger, fractured both thighs, rearranged both knees and left the child bruised to the top of her head and theses words being branded into her brain… “You won’t talk about your sister again, will you”… as the hate drips from the woman I called mother…

WHY

This photo shows the damage to a little girls body who’s only mistake was to speak the truth… a truth the mother never wanted to hear, but required when she wanted to hurt someone else in the family… a truth based on a false Baptist religious cult that says you have a right to use the rod on a child… In today’s world, that would have gotten the woman thrown in prison… Con’s they do not like being caught… yet they took this picture and left me the evidence of their power over a 6-year-old child… yep real christian and human… bullies and cowards…

Margies life was stolen in that one incident… though they tried with all their might to break Margie of telling the truth… the one thing people who know her will tell you… she has never been any other way… to bad christians don’t have a clue what truth means…

As mother dug her fingers into my injured arm on the other side of her she cradled the sister that insists we were close… That was never true… Because of mother, I kept my distance from all my siblings, because to become involved with them meant I would get a beating… to associate with them, meant I would get a beating… No wonder I have no memories of my younger siblings… I detached from reality to survive… I had no friends in that house and I never did…

I took my life back when mother tried to manipulate me into getting her $35,000 from her young prodigy who turned out just like momma, a con of the worse kind and christian partner just loves my momma to the tune of $35,000… When I got the state of Arkansas involved and found out that the lying was coming from all quarters… Ya know… I simply filed the emails away, just in case I ever ended up in court against the corrupt little beggars I called family… but their god will forgive them…

Hawaii has its advantages… It takes a lot of money to come here and leave here… so the fact that none of my birth family live here… the drama stays on the mainland…

It does beg the question… Do I really want to move back to Washington??? Only time will tell…

Happy Independence Day… remember our country was founded on the backs of black, white, brown and yellow skin… Trumps America is founded on hate and corporate greed and cowards…

Proud USAF DAV Sgt… and cousin to our founding fathers….

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I Remember….

 

Author: maggi9454

My earliest memory is before the age of 2... by the time I was 13, I had no childhood memories... No holidays, no birthdays... On 11/5/17 a shooter in Texas changed all that... It triggered my memories from my 13th year... The Air Force covered it up an it happened in Big Springs, Texas 1967... Domestic violence, PTSD, TBI and I too served in the Air Force 10 years later... This is my story to remember what was stolen...

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