Erroneous Death Certificates: The True Epidemic Exposed …..Direct From The Disgusted Doctors

I couldn’t believe this !!!


There is a blogger here in our WordPress family that I have great admiration and respect for. You see, she is a Mom whose adult son died under very suspicious circumstances. She firmly believes her son was murdered and is looking for justice to be done in his name. But the medical examiner did not rule his death  a possible homicide or even suspicious. The police report states UNATTENDED DEATH, and six sentences of explanation.  The case was closed in 1.5 hours.  No investigation into cause of death.

She reports, “It has been five years and still the local coroner refuses to release all of the autopsy report or allow an investigation into the strange circumstances surrounding his death – or the poison that was in his blood.It has taken all these years to discover that NO ONE oversees the coroner, they are not required to have a medical degree (only high…

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Daily Prompt; Fight or Flight, DP, Daily Prompt

When faced with confrontation, do you head for the hills or walk straight in? Was there ever a time you wished you’d had the opposite reaction?

One time many years ago when I was in the seventh grade, I learned what I was like when it came to fight or flight.

Seventh grade for girls is filled with many hours dreaming of cute boys and wanting to date. I had a crush on this one boy. I didn’t cross the line because he “belonged” to one of my good friends.

Well, you know how it goes with teens. He loves me, he loves me not. Here today, gone tomorrow. A time came when I learned that he and my g/f broke up. I was happy inside, hoping he would notice me next. Don’t get me wrong, I was sad for my g/f, because I knew she was hurting, but he was going to find someone else right? Sort of wrong thinking but hey I was 12 years old.

About a week went by and he came up to me during study hall and asked me to go to the movies the coming Friday. I jumped at the chance and said, “oh yes!” After all, it had been a week since the break-up.

Monday morning rolls around and I am on cloud nine, but after school was over a gray cloud hovered over my head. I hadn’t seen my g/f all day but I did while I was waiting to get on the school bus.

She came up behind me. I didn’t hear nor see her. She said my name and as I turned around she swung her purse towards my face. Pow! I had been purse smacked. I think I remember standing there speechless at first.

Then I became embarrassed as I wondered how many kids saw that crime in action. She and I never spoke again. It was a darn shame. Although he was fair game, I still should have not crossed that line out of respect for her.

I didn’t say a word, and neither did she. She got her hurt feelings out and I got on the bus with my tail between my legs. No one mentioned it on the bus, but I know without a doubt, that little story did its fair share of spreading.

I knew it in my heart, that I had done wrong. Being popular was more important than my friends. Shame on me.

Today, I am still not a fighter unless you have wronged my  brother or my kids. For me, if you want to dog me with name calling or trying to spite me, go for it. I will just pray for your soul and wait and see what God does about it.

If you cross my brother’s path or try to hurt my kids then my Pit bull teeth come out, and I am snarling and growling.

I have never hit a soul, but I have learned to not let people stomp on me anymore. I usually think about the problem for a few days before I move into action. I ask God, what do you think?free-write-friday-writing-prompt bird in winter

I have learned through Al‘s illness that not all of us are on the same page.

Words can be said the same but have different interpretations. I have to make sure that I get my feelings across to the other side. I want people to know that I am not about to play their game. I have rights, but what’s more important, is that people in general, sick, disabled and those unable to speak for themselves have rights also. I  have a swinging bat fighting for them. The ball comes out as words and in the end I will make it to home base.

Life has changed, people have changed. Trust has become weak and money has become powerful. I don’t have to flight anymore. Nor do I have to fight with my body. But I can let others know that this gal ain’t a budging when it comes to someone smaller or weaker than me.

#FWF Free Write Friday; Word Bank


Your FWF prompt this week is a word bank…

sweet – lavender – flute – heir – willow – bask

“Mama. Mama. Daddy.”

Crying she walked through the house; inspecting each room. Only to find silence attacking her. She sat down and cried into her hands. This sweet little girl was lost and she felt all alone.

She sat there for what seemed an eternity basking in her tears. A cat tiptoed gently and sitting very near to her, nudged his head against the tiny shoulder.

” Mama, Daddy.” The cat just burrowed his head into her arms wanting to be petted. Willow, the little girl petted Tom, the cat. Purring seemed to have a sense of calming for the little one as her tears stopped temporarily.

Willow sucked her thumb with one hand and fell asleep with her hand over the soft, furry animal.

Meantime on the outside of this house chaos was amuck. People had gathered and were going from house to house searching. Kids walking up and down the streets playing their flutes; hoping the young child would hear and come out from her hiding.

It was a Spring Day. The skies were blue with enormous cumulus clouds, but no one noticed.. The smell of lavender should have been drifting through nostrils as rains had just showered upon the land. Any other day would have brought neighbors talking over fences, coffee being sipped on porches, but not today.

For today there was a man hunt. The only living heir was missing. People whispered in groups.” I hope she has not been kidnapped. I hope she is not hurt. She is the sweetest little girl I have ever met.”

The mother of Willow had been outside with her little girl earlier that day. The two of them were picking flowers that were so heavy on the vine. She wanted a nice bouquet to take inside before the rains washed them to the ground.

She needed to get a bigger basket. She told Willow,”please stay right here sweety. Don’t move. Mommy is going to go inside and get a bigger basket to hold all of our beautiful flowers.”

Willow looked at her but when Mommy went indoors, the phone had rung also. She didn’t realize that she had been on there longer than she planned. When she went back out with her basket, Willow was gone.

Frantic, she called the police. She spoke to neighbors, and everyone formed a search party. They walked blocks it seemed but didn’t find little Willow.

Flooded with guilt, Mommy gave into sobbing. She kept thinking over and over, I should have taken her with me when I went inside. I should have never left her alone. I should have ignored that phone call. Oh my little girl, where is she? What has happened to her. Oh dear God, please let her be safe.”

A couple of hours passed and the clouds were letting them know the rain was not over with. They were going to let the police continue to search and the neighbors decided to take a small break until the rains stopped.

As Mother was walking up her own sidewalk, she noticed her neighbor pulling in next door. She walked over to her and explained what was happening. The neighbor said, “Wait a moment. Let me go in and change my clothes and put these cold foods in the refrigerator. I will be right over. I will help you and together we will find her. Don’t worry, we won’t stop until she is safe back in your arms again.”

Mother smiled at her and walked up to her own porch. She sat on the swing and looked out over the neighborhood. Please Lord, keep her safe until we find her.

About fifteen minutes passed by and then she saw her neighbor walking towards her. She was holding a child in her arms. When the neighbor was standing near, she  placed the little girl Willow in Mommy’s arms.

“She must have come in through my back door. I have a bad habit of never locking it. She is fine. Tom was keeping her company. The two of them were napping together. Her little hand was resting on his fur and Tom had his paw stretched out over her arm.”

Mommy gave Willow a big hug. She wanted to scream out loud how happy she was; but she didn’t want to wake her little girl up. She thanked her neighbor by inviting her over for dinner the following night. The search was called off and the streets became sunny again with big cumulus clouds passing over  head. The smell of lavender was once again appreciated.

Mommy looked up towards the heavens and whispered,” Thank-you Lord, thank-you. I have learned a valuable lesson from you. Thank-you Lord for letting the neighbor forget to lock her back door. I have learned that nothing is more important than the life of a little child.”