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Circling
Back, Always Circling Back
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Autumn of 2019 |
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Reflecting on my wife's
mother's tragic death in
1987 brought a wave of
painful memories and
unanswered questions,
particularly as we navigated
significant health
challenges. An inquiry from
a professional about my
mother in law's attorney
forceful push for me to get
involved after her untimely
death sheds light on the
unresolved trauma
experienced by our family
and the wider Philippi, West
Virginia community, all
grappling with a tragedy
fortunately left a toddler
untouched, but others in
distress. The compounding
layers of grief—a distraught
funeral director, an upset
investigating officer, and
the chaotic aftermath
involving an attorney who
warns of other
attorneys—paints a vivid
picture of a community
struggling to come to terms
with loss, while a
fraudulent death certificate
further complicates an
already fraught situation
--- underscores the
intricate tapestry of human
connections and the ripple
effects of a single tragic
event.
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She Is Killed |
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My mother-in-law's earlier
cryptic remarks during the
mid-1980s, hinting at the
complexities of gas wells
and a network of attorneys,
seem to foreshadow the
troubled waters that would
ultimately engulf our
family. Her poignant request
for me to care for her young
son in the event of her and
your father-in-law's demise
adds a layer of foreboding
to her conversations, as
does her seemingly innocuous
desire for a larger car,
which may have concealed
deeper anxieties she never
voiced. The tragic event
that followed in February
1987, taking her life, not
only shattered our family
but also left unanswered
questions swirling around
the circumstances leading to
her untimely death, forever
marking the lives of those
who loved her and reshaping
the future of her children
and grandchildren. |
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Upsets |
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The chaotic aftermath of my
mother-in-law's tragic death
was riddled with
inconsistencies and
distressing revelations,
particularly highlighted by
the upset funeral director's
concerns over a falsified
coroner's report. The state
policeman's suspicions,
voiced to my
father-in-law, about the
conflicting accounts from
the drivers of the Lincoln
that struck her, deepened
the sense of unease
surrounding the
circumstances of her
passing. Despite the
policeman's insistence that
Richard Marsh should pursue
the case due to its dubious
nature, my father-in-law’s
poignant response—choosing
to let it go—reflects the
painful reality of grief,
where the pursuit of justice
often feels futile --
underscoring the tragic
intersection of
intentionally placed
complexities within the
legal and investigative
processes during such a
heart-wrenching time. |
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Christian - Legal |
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My later mother in law's
attorney warnings to make
sure to distinguish between
Christian values and legal
realities resonates deeply,
reflecting the moral
dilemmas faced in navigating
the complexities of her
tragic situation and the
ensuing family struggles. My
involvement, spurred on by
pressure from her
attorney to advocate for
my wife’s ancestral
lineage, adds another layer
of obligation amid a
backdrop of grief and
confusion.
The
strange incident of my
father-in-law running off
the road just a month after
his wife's death raises
further questions and the
circumstances surrounding
the family’s turmoil.
Compounding these challenges
is the unsettling sense that
official records, which
should provide clarity, are
fraught with
discrepancies—such as date
changes and potential
destruction—further
obfuscating the truth and
leaving you grappling with a
legacy shrouded in mystery. |
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You Do Not
Understand? |
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My decision led me to engage
with the county coroner
following the attorney’s
insistence highlights the
profound challenges of
uncovering the truth amidst
an intentionally tangled web
of complexities. The
coroner's emotional
breakdown illustrates the
weight of the situation, as
I had to navigate the
paradox of securing an AD&D
insurance payout based on a
falsified report of Natural
causes.
Meanwhile,
our son’s articulate
recollection of the crash
where he
informed a first on the
scene Nurse, along with ER
Personnel and the Hospital
that his grandmother
screamed and then there was
a big bang. He
capturing both the horror of
his grandmother's scream and
the subsequent impact,
serves as a poignant and
haunting piece of testimony
amid the unfolding tragedy.
His clear, vivid account,
recognized by medical
personnel at the scene,
reinforces the importance of
the child’s perspective,
providing insight into the
incident that cast further
doubt on the official
narratives and the need for
a thorough investigation. |
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AD&D Policy |
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Reflections on the autumn of
2019 reveal the complex
interplay of respect,
obligation, and the burdens
of legacy that influenced my
decision to assume
responsibility for my
mother-in-law’s affairs. The
statement regarding the
attorney from 1987
emphasizes a long-standing
expectation that was
suddenly thrust upon me,
leaving me grappling for
answers in a situation where
I had previously felt
little involvement.
My diverse background—from
parochial school to a
military-style ethos in a
nationwide phone
company—shaped my sense of
duty towards my wife's and
my family and community,
ensuring matters were
handled with the respect
they deserved. This
alignment of personal values
and external expectations
made my decision not just a
challenge but a reflection
of my commitment to the
family's legacy, even in the
face of overwhelming
complexities. |
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Christian -
Theologian |
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In retrospect: My
mother-in-law's intentions
and decisions unveils a
deeply layered narrative of
responsibility, conviction,
and the weight of
generational legacy. The
August 1986 Notice of
Lawsuit against the gas
company speaks not only to
her advocacy for fair
royalty payments—a cause
that could uplift fellow WV
landowners of modest
means—but also to her
profound commitment to
justice and her community.
Her educational background,
particularly her degrees in
Christian teaching and
Theology, likely informed
her deep-seated beliefs,
imbuing her sense of duty
with moral and spiritual
dimensions.
Her
clear concerns about the gas
well on her property and her
wishes for my wife and I to
care for her young son, coupled
with her request for a
larger car, suggest an acute
awareness of her mortality
in the face of all and a desire for security
for her family. This
poignant convergence of her
faith, her familial love,
and her commitment to
advocacy may have driven her
to act decisively, feeling a
profound moral obligation to
pursue her cause, possibly
believing she would be held
accountable in the next life
if she did not stand up for
what she saw as right for
all. Such
reflections illuminate her
complex character and the
rich tapestry of values she
sought to impart to those
she loved. |
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As The Years
Progress |
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As I navigated our lives
without awareness of the
intricate web of political
and legal pressures brewing
in West Virginia, it is
evident that the trajectory
of our experiences was
shaped by events that had
long preceded our
understanding. The
revelation about
February 1987, as
brought to light by a
professional, suggests a
pivotal moment that links
said mother-in-law's prior
actions to the ongoing
responsibilities and
challenges we faced.
This realization not
only highlights the
long-lasting impact of
decisions made decades ago
but also underscores how
interconnected and
ripple-like the influence of
past events can be,
affecting not just
individuals but entire
communities. As the years
passed and pressures
mounted, coming to terms
with this historical context
might have prompted deeper
reflections on how those
earlier legal and political
dynamics were intertwined
with personal lives,
illuminating the reasons
behind the unfolding events
that seemed inexplicable at
the time. |
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1999: Unknowingly
Defeat |
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The unexpected turn of
events in July 1999,
culminating in my hospital
stay, introduces a
significant turning point in
my life. Receiving the
promotion to Official
Company Systems Supervisor
illustrates
the weight of personal
stakes involved. However,
I'm in the hospital days
later where the arrival of
my neurosurgeon—and the abrupt
news of his departure from
practice hours prior, coupled with
his assertion of my
character—adds an eerie and
profound dimension to this
moment.
His
insistence on my worthiness
and the careful continuity
of my care reflect not just
a professional concern but
perhaps a deeper, personal
acknowledgment of my
struggles.
The urgency of adhering to
his timing directives
further underscores the
precarious nature of my
situation. Ultimately, this
sequence of events serves as
a stark reminder of how
quickly circumstances can
shift, intertwining health,
career, and the underlying
currents of one's personal
narrative in ways that may
be beyond immediate
understanding. |
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I Wasn't Coming Home |
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My ten day later
return to the
hospital marked a
critical and
harrowing chapter in
my journey,
especially with the
grim news delivered
by the long-tenured
nurse that I
wouldn't be going
home. The revelation
of a staph
infection,
introduced through
an operative
catheter, adds
unexpected peril to
my recovery.
The rapid
escalation of the
infection—swelling
an internal organ to
three times its
normal
size—demonstrates
the severity of my
condition, resulting
in excruciating pain
that lingered even
after the initial
threat subsided. The
diagnosis of "torti-pelvis,"
typically associated
with severe trauma,
as in a severe car
accident.
This painful
contortion not only
disrupted my
physical well-being
but underscored the
intertwined nature
of body and
adversity while
confounding the
public.
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Refuse, Refuse |
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Bell Atlantic, later
Verizon, had a
"Ruthless" medical
contractor called
CORE. Their Agent calls
and notifies me of a
requested
Independent Medical
Evaluation. However,
he states that he had trouble
finding a doctor
that would "Override"
a treating
Neurosurgeon.
However, he
states that he
found an Orthopedic
Surgeon in a small
remote town
which was near
Morgantown, WV. The
Out-Of-State Agent
informs me that it
is too far for me to
travel in my
condition and wants
me to
"Refuse"
the second opinion?
Thus, he was stressing for me to
refuse a second
opinion that would
again override my
treating
Neurosurgeon? The
tone being such and
treating physician
override had
never been requested
before.
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Ethnicities - The
Deciding Medical Factor |
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However, I
was yet a neophyte to the
Political System's control
over the Medical System. A
control which had been put
on steroids in 1999 as for
what appeared to be long
sought Legal Reform. So, I
accepted
procedures and agree. My
wife drove us to a Orthopedic Surgeon's
remote office.
Once
there the surgeon informed us that
most doctors would not do
these type of exams.
Whereas, he states how much he gets paid
for each and every page he
fills out, along with all the
things he buys with the
money.
As
his nurse attempts to get
him to stop he focuses on my
Italian ethnicity and the
ethnicity of my
doctors. Primary Care Angotti? Spanish.
Neurosurgeon Khousrovi?
Indian. Applewhite?
Venezuelan. A
tone that none should be
doctors mirrors his
disdain for their
ethnicities thus mine.
Stating I wasn't going to
get any better. He quickly turns in exam
which puts my wife
and I on our own.
How Far Could I Had Been
Forced To Fall? |
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1999: A Charred Forest |
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John Hopkins:
The characterization by
Johns Hopkins in my regard
was: "Where Do
You Begin." Terming my
condition to that of a charred forest reflecting the profound
disarray and despair I
experienced amid a seemingly
hopeless situation.
On the Flip Side:
Social Security Manager:
A
higher-level Social Security
Manager calls me at
home. His tone conveying
genuine concern in regard to
the gravity of my
circumstances and the
societal perception of my
condition as insurmountable.
He stating some could accept
it but a then 39 year old me
could not.
I read a book called
"Tough Times Don't Last
Tough People Do." l gave a
last gasp to stive not
only for my own recovery but
also for the stability and
well-being of my wife and
family. Instilling a fierce
motivation to seek
solutions. An unwavering
commitment amidst such dark
times spoke to the human
spirit's tenacity and the
relentless pursuit of hope
in the face of overwhelming
obstacles. |
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Herculean |
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The pivotal role of a last
resort Pennsylvania
Brazilian Orthopedist, led
me to a remarkable recovery
and a testament to the
profound impact of skilled
and compassionate healthcare
professionals, capable of
defying the odds against
overwhelming challenges. My
unexpected progress not only
astonished those in
power—political and
religious leaders alike—but
also inspired everyday
individuals, bridging
divides between belief
systems and encouraging them
to seek hope amid adversity.
The calls for me to
write a book during this
time highlight the
desire for shared narratives
of resilience that can
empower others facing
struggles. Yet raises unsettling questions
about the state of
healthcare as reflected in
the 1999 corporate missive,
where the encroachment of
attorneys into medical
management signals a
troubling shift toward
bureaucracy that can
overshadow genuine patient
care. |
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2002 - Broadcast
Email |
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A now Out Of State Corporate
Verizon promoted
me into Verizon's Engineering
Department in December 2002.
However, the astonishment of
a
higher-level WV Engineering
Manager was odd. He
acknowledging my credentials
of being number one out of
thirty-five in and out of
state candidates. All of
which, underscores the merit
of my talents yet
foreshadows my past, then
present and future
challenges ahead when my
then termed "Untouchable
Corporate Records" had been
inexplicably
Destroyed after my
promotion.
This troubling incident
reflected the broader pattern
of reactionary measures
in regard to myself within corporate systems, as
evidenced by the subsequent
corporate email to me that was also
carbon copied to
Thirty Plus
management and union
entities notifying me of the
destruction. Now, a review
of my then records my
have led to the involvement
of Verizon
Security in regard to what
happened to me in 1999
forward.
Next:
Credentials, Mementos, It's
Over |
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