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At this time the person or persons who sent their certified letter made some critical mistakes. They repeated information that was not part of the person's conviction. Whoever they are will be prosecuted at the full stent of the law. You made this personal when you brought my family into it bitch.

You have been harassing my daughter and it's being documented as well.

Years ago, well before coming across this site. I lived in a small town in California, only a few hours from San Francisco. My life was focused on my daughter, Furthering my education, and helping my family. Things in my life changed drastically back then. I never thought everything in my life would be turned upside down in such a horrid way. I went in for surgery and two days later I was fighting for my life.

Those days still haunt me in so many agonizing ways. Waking up after surgery only to find out you are opened up from the breast bone to the belly button. An infection overtook my body so extreme that parts of my stomach had to be removed. I was fighting sepsis which ravaged my body to the point I was on the brink of death. I was dying, doctors didn't expect me to live through the night. I went for days in a delirious state of mind, being put on a morphine drip which didn't help with the pain much. What kept me going was the visitations and support from beyond. You can call them Angels, relatives, or whatever else intervened. I went through months of agonizing recovery, daily dressing changes, wound vacs, and even blood transfusions. I went home after two months, still with an open wound but I walked out of the hospital on my own. It took six months for the wound to heal and close, which left a scar which is a reminder of how close I came to death.

Before my surgery, I was 240 pounds. Within those 6 months, I lost over 100 pounds, and my body and health changed drastically. I could not eat just anything or I would become sick. I hated my looks, even when I lost all the weight it still didn't make a difference. I didn't see progress at the time and felt loss, frustration, and anger. Until I saw the light, my daughter's scars, that's what pulled me from that dark place. My daughter has always been a walking Miracle, defying all logic when it came to her prognoses.

Today I can look in the mirror yet deep down I still cringe. The scars never fade on the surface or deep within. Not every scar can be seen but their stories are no less painful than those on the surface. You can say I was reborn or awakened into seeing life in a new light. Life still likes to test me but I am still here, so, I must be doing something right.