BLOG 252— Kit goes to jail?


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TOPIC FOR THIS WEEK — Did you know I once spent a month in jail on a false charge?
I hope your holiday time was magnificent!
The following words were written while I was in jail.
Looking back, it’s hard to believe I went through this.
Kit Summers’ story is a powerful testament to the strength of the human spirit and the importance of justice. After over a month, my exoneration is a stark reminder of the work still needed in our legal system. The justice system’s failure highlights the need for fair trials and judicial oversight.
This could have happened to anyone, even you, but why me?
My case underscores the importance of support for exonerees and the need for legal system reform. The following words were written while I was incarcerated.
I had a lousy lawyer, so any suits went nowhere.
You can still find an article about this written by Gil Spencer. It has some good words.
Spencer: Trainer neighbor dispute gets extreme – Delco Times
Away in Jail
These words were written in jail; you will learn more as you read. Just a few weeks earlier, my wife of 23 years had left me, with the daughters,

There I was, downstairs in my home office, doing work on my computer.  The front doorbell rang.  Surprised that someone would be at the door, I quickly ran up to answer.  I was delighted to see that it was a Trainer (Trainer, Pennsylvania, is the town I lived) police officer whom I knew.  I invited him in, wondering why he was at my house.
A well-built man with a friendly smile, Officer Freeman told me I would go with him to appear before a judge.  What a shock to me this news was.  I asked him the reason for the visit before the judge; he told me that my next-door neighbor (someone whom I never got along with, although I always tried to be friendly with him) had reported that I had threatened to shoot him with a gun.  I replied that I would never have said such a thing and did not own a gun.
The police officer, who knows me and my character from knowing me already, would know I would not have a gun and could have said, “We have to search your home for any weapons thoroughly”.  Of course, they would not have found any, and this whole thing could have been cleared up then and there.  Yet, the officer told me I still had to go and talk with the judge.
So, with no time to prepare, I locked up my house and was escorted out to the waiting patrol car. 
The officer opened the back door, and I looked into the backseat with minimal legroom.  I knew it would hurt much to squeeze my legs in to fit; you see, my knee was broken recently, and two pins were holding it together. 

In April, I was riding my bicycle on Chichester Avenue and was run down by a truck.  My body was broken.  This was the second time I was hit by a truck.  In 1982, I was working as a featured performer in Atlantic City, and while walking to the casino to be in the show, I was run down by a truck then, too, which included a 37-day coma.  Anyway, I felt much pain as I got into the back seat of the squad car. 
First, driven to the Trainer police station, quite surprised at the officers’ words, “We won’t have to put the handcuffs on you yet.”  I’ve never tried on those bracelets before; I could not imagine.  In the police station, he did some paperwork and then, to my amazement, fingerprinted me and did mug shots–like a common criminal.  Yes, things were building and getting worse.
Next, he drove me about 3 miles away to a local court to see a judge.  By this time, my mind was reeling with all these events, sent into a sad abyss.  Again, I had mug shots taken and more fingerprints.  My mind and heart were looking down a sorrowful path.  The judge read the charges:
1)  Terroristic threats with the intent to terrorize another.
2)  Harassment–subject others to physical conduct.
3)  Disorderly Conduct Hazardous physical offense.
Shocked at these charges, I could do nothing; I was not allowed to say a thing.  The judge announced that I was to go to jail for a psychological examination.  Handcuffs were placed on my wrists and placed into a van they use to transport criminals; I was whisked off to jail (no passing go, no collecting $200.) 
At this point, I’ve never had trouble with the law (except for a couple of traffic tickets), never been in handcuffs, and never been in jail.  My entire life had changed.  Down I slipped into that sad abyss. 
Because I was not allowed to make any phone calls or talk to anyone for the next five days, no one knew I was taken to jail or where I was.
Who will find my four rabbits?
Who will get my mail?
What about the food in the fridge going rancid?
Who will turn off my computer that was left on?
At this point, you have to remember that all of this was done with NO EVIDENCE, NO WITNESSES, NO PROOF, and NO WORD FROM ME.  All thrust upon me, and I could not say a word in my defense.  I was never read my rights and could not talk to a lawyer.  I was ripped away from my life and thrown in jail.  Just think, it could have been you; they could have done this to anyone.
So, here I am, “Hi, jail.”  I had to give them everything I had with me (I hope my debit cards are alright.)  They even took my glasses.  In my wallet, I had $555.  If you have it, they automatically take $140 for the jail (theft?)  They gave me blues every prisoner wears, including blue flats for your feet.  A beautiful specimen was I.  After I got the “blues” on, I gave a sad look goodbye to my other stuff.  Off to, yes, a third set of mugshots and fingerprints (yikes, I must have been a naughty boy.)
While incarcerated (the worst month of my life), I took pages and pages of notes.  These are ideas generated to help improve the prison system, showing that many are in there for no good reason, costing the state much money (which the state does not have), and many more subjects.  This may develop into another book (I’ve written four.)  Right now, I am searching for an editor at a local paper, and hoping to go national to work with you to put together a magnificent story for your readers.
Cruel and unusual punishment
I discovered the following things: either cruel and unusual punishment, illegal, or just plain inhuman.  In upcoming challenges, defendants will include Craig, the Trainer police department, the Linwood Court, and the George W Hill Jail.  When I typed these in, I did so directly from my notes without editing.  The following are not put into any kind of order. 
** Sue for making false accusations.
**Defamation of character.
** Also, sue for throwing the big rock at me; there is a witness.
** Was not allowed to use a phone to make any calls.
** Was put into the squad car, which had too little legroom; my broken leg was hurting a lot.
** With my brain injury, it was hard to comprehend all that was going on.  Lost I was.
** The officer who picked me up did not prepare me in any way for what I was about to go through.  He could have said something.
**Because the cops had to come to my home several times recently because I had some bad renters here who did terrible things, I think the police had it out for me and just wanted to see me behind bars.
**If the police thought that I had threatened to shoot Craig with a gun, why did they not ask to search my home for any weapons?  They could have done this before carting me off to jail and ruining my life.
**Concerned about my home.  Recently, I had some theft at my house, and my house is open territory with me not being there.  When I return, will there be anything left?  The Trainer police are well aware of this, and I hold them responsible for any losses.
**The police did not let me call anyone and never read me my rights. Did not prepare me in any way.  They did not allow me to put my bunnies away in their cage.  The four rabbits could be dead for all I know.  Not knowing is driving me crazy–more cruel and unusual punishment.
**As stated in the affidavit, the incident in which I supposedly threatened to go get a gun and shoot Craig happened on September 10.  The police did not pick me up until September 20.  Why the delay?  Something is VERY wrong here.  Throw this case out of the ballpark.
**They brought charges without hearing my side of the story at all.

**The judge did not allow me to say a word in my defense (defense of what? I did nothing).  Not allowing a brain-injured person to know anything about what is going on or say anything is cruel and unusual punishment.

**The judge came to too quick a decision and sent me straight to jail.

**Seems that this arresting me and taking me in was just done too quickly and without ANY evidence.  No witnesses.  Not discussed with me.  Not thought on.  Just–” Let’s send Kit to jail.”  Regardless of the destruction of my mental state and life.  Things like this should not be rushed; the judge often rushed things.
**When I arrived, they took all my possessions, including all cash–$500.  This would be an illegal search and seizure.  You cannot pay your bail, even if you have the money.

**They took my glasses, so my entire time in the jail, I could not see.  When I was finally released, they did not have my glasses.  While there, I had many requests for help getting them back to me, including trying to contact medical–all ignored.

**Never told anything–especially how long I might be in there.
**Never received the inmate handbook that outlines much about the jail
I had to learn on my own.

**The first two days and nights were in a short-term “holding cell” with 12 other people.  This small room has a limit of 6 people, so it is overcrowded.  Legally, there is a limit of 24 hours to be in this cell, and I was much over this amount of time.  The ceiling light stays on constantly, making it difficult to sleep. This small room had one toilet in the corner and was dirty, smelly, and hard to breathe. I had to sleep on the hard, cold floor near the toilet with just one thin blanket; in trying to sleep on my side, I bruised my hip, which hurt for days afterward.

**While in the holding cell, there was no access to a shower.

**They refused me medical rights.

**I was never advised that I could talk to a lawyer, never read my rights, never told ANYTHING!  Just carted off to jail, totally ignoring anything I might have to say.

**Being my first time in jail, I was scared.  No one ever told me anything about what was happening- no help, no rights, no law.

**We were supposed to be allowed out of the cell for one hour each day; on both days, we were not allowed out.

**By the evening of the second day, I have still been unable to use a phone to make my “one” call. The only number I remembered was my mom. She helped me a lot in getting released.

**So, a blind (because they took my glasses), a head-injured man with a healing broken leg and shoulder, was put in jail with no rights at all.
**Finally, they were put into a cell with two other people.  I have to sleep on the floor.  Legally they cannot have more than two people in a cell.  They put me on the floor by the door and toilet, a definite fire hazard. 

**In my mouth, I have a 3-tooth bridge.  When food gets in there, it bothers me and eventually starts a cavity.  I have a unique tool that cleans that area.  Of course, I do not have the tool, so food is in there bothering me and starting a cavity.  And, when we first came in, they gave us a wimpy toothbrush that fell apart in a couple of days and a toothpaste that tasted wicked.  Here come the cavities. That toothbrush was never able to be replaced, I tried.

**I am with all these other people, yet feel totally isolated.  I am trying to read alone in the room, but cannot concentrate. Being in here is affecting me mentally–in a terrible way!  As my mind slips away, I find myself talking to myself, yelling, making strange movements, hating life, wanting to die, not being able to contain myself, shaking, repeating words over and over, and . . . cussing.  I feel this is and has been very destructive to my mind. 

**Being in this cell, there is no way to contact anyone.  If I was dying, there is no way to let anyone know.  There is an intercom on the wall, but it does not work.

**During this time in jail, I would have called farmers’ markets and events where I could sell my salsa.  With Khalida’s help, I was getting back to salsa.  So, by keeping me in jail, I am losing out on thousands of dollars of income.

**The reason the judge had sent me to jail was for a psychological examination.  Perhaps that is what occurred yesterday when some young girl was asking me questions and wondering why I had to go through the questions, saying that I was intellectually sound.  The young woman asked me many questions; she could find NOTHING wrong with me.  Yet, I am still here, fading away and losing my mind.  I should have been set free after hearing the questions.  Another illegality. 

**By bringing me in here, they have killed my four bunnies!  And I have lost my house.

**This is terribly embarrassing to be in here and an insult to my character and reputation, worth thousands (millions?)

**No one knows I am in jail.  For all they know, I could be dead. Must be upsetting to many friends who care about me and may think I am dead (or worse).  Someone should financially cover the time.

**From not watering my plants, they are dying–more loss.

**They want to cram as many people as possible to make the most money from the state. One guy I talked to was prescribed Percocet for the pain he had from a shoulder injury; a doctor prescribed these.  He had some loose pills in his pocket and did not have the pill bottle, so the cops brought him in.  Another person had simply missed an alimony payment. 

**I am a vegetarian.  There is a side of vegetables at times or a muffin or bread, which I eat.  Usually, I am giving most of my food away.  So, I hardly ate while in jail.  They cannot “make” me eat the meat entrees and prepared food dishes.  These days, with so many going vegetarian, the jail must change and keep up.  I would love to see the judge or people working here live on this “food” for a week.  Maybe even invite “George W Hill” to partake. More cruel and unusual punishment.

**The only thing they offer for a drink (you have to stand in line to get it, and they often run out) at meals is a cup of a very sugary drink, which appears to be a juice drink.  I refuse to partake of this scary drink mix.  They could offer cups of clean filtered water (at no cost to them), and most people would grab a cup of this safer, more pleasant beverage.  The only place to obtain water is at your sink/toilet assembly; the water tastes terrible, a metallic taste.  I usually drink a lot of water, which is the best thing for you to consume.  For me and many others, not having access to clean, sound, healthy water is a terrible insult.  A tremendous injustice. 

**This is, supposedly, a correctional facility.  The George W Hill Jail is just a place to eat, sleep, and play cards until your time is up.  Thereof no retraining of people.  People do not learn anything to help their future life.  There are some intelligent “prisoners” here, and they could teach classes about their skills to teach people to use in the future.  Some things must be changed here–dramatically.

**I like to exercise, which is only suitable for people.  There is nowhere to exercise here at the jail, just some cement where the basketball court is.  Exercising will help people get better.  The place is called “Correctional”; exercise would help tremendously along those lines.  Many would participate–only a good thing.  Without the chance for exercise, it is more cruel and unusual punishment.

**The entire complex is kept too cold.  You only get a small blanket to sleep with.  I hardly slept some nights because I was too cold.  File this under more cruel and unusual punishment.

**When I arrived at intake, they took my glasses; I could not see.  I put in numerous requests to have them get them for me.  Never heard a word.  Could not watch the TV or do much while in jail. All I could do was read and write, which I did much of.  This was a terrible injustice.  When I was released, they did not have my glasses; they had lost them.

**When they put me in a cell, they put me in a top bunk.  There is no ladder to get up there.  So, a blind, brain-injured man who has a broken knee and shoulder has to navigate up to the top bunk.  I had reported these problems I had physically.  It was challenging and hurtful.  I fell twice in trying to get up, hurting myself. 

**I put my mattress on the floor for a time to avoid climbing up.  But, this presented other problems.  My broken knee hurt so very much when I had to go to a standing position.  PAIN.  Because it is a fire hazard, this is against the law, too. 

**Yes, the mattress was on the ground illegally. But I had no worries; no one had hardly checked our cell.  When they did check, they ignored the mattress on the floor.

**These “security officers” here like to watch TV a lot.  They often sat directly in front of the TV and were not watching the inmates.  Often, I did not feel safe; there were some scary guys here.  These security officers would not be of any help.  Scared.  Cruel and unusual.

**I am losing much money here rather than developing and building my businesses in my office.  Hard for my family.  May lose my home.  Much anguish on my mind.  It is definitely cruel and unusual punishment.

**To call out to someone, you must give them their name and number, and then the number is approved.  After 24 hours, you can call this number.  More than 48 hours ago, I had put in my mom’s number with the correct paperwork.  Talking to her is my only hope of remaining sane.  Not remembering other people’s numbers, hers is my only hope.  Yet the number never worked; I had NO contact with the outside world.  It feels like I am stuck here forever–destroying me–HELP! Tears, loneliness, frustration, no joy, no hope. Death come my way, please.  I don’t know what else would be if that were not cruel and unusual.
**I am suffering; I need help.  The only contact for help is to see the “counselor,” John–and this guy does not help much at all.  There is a person called “the runner,” Jimmy, who sets up people to see John.  The only way to get ANYTHING accomplished is going through Jimmy.  I must have made at least 15 requests to talk with him, all ignored.  I had to try and go through him to get my glasses, to get a toothbrush (which I didn’t have the entire time there), and to answer questions.  There is NO ONE to talk to to get anything accomplished here.  There are the guards, but they know nothing (and act that way, too.)  NO ONE TO TALK TO!
**A rolled-up towel for a pillow.  A mattress that is hardly padding on the steel bed.  A blanket that is too thin to keep you warm.  Sheets that were dirty and ripped when I got them, plus they didn’t fit right.  I am not able to sleep well because of this massive discomfort.  Now, would this be filed under inhumane or cruel?

**Is no one from the state (or the planet Earth) inspecting this jail?  So many faults, so many problems, so little organization (they are not even computerized), Such inedible food, no water to drink, no help of any kind, temperature too cold for humans, smells awful, toilet flushes too loud, guards are not lovely, every day is precisely the same.  Or am I just complaining too much?

**There is no “correction” in this correctional facility.  Way too many people.  Boisterous night and day.  

**I’m finding out that once they get people in here–IT IS VERY DIFFICULT TO GET OUT.
**October 1, 2010.  All day today, they kept us locked up in our cells, only letting us out briefly for meals.  As prisoners, legally, we “have” to be let out so much time each day.  So, it’s totally illegal.

**All day, shaking from the cold.  Now it is 7 pm–AND GETTING COLDER.  Once again, tonight, I will not sleep.  So much cruel and unnecessary punishment.  

**How can this jail keep someone as long as they want and not do anything toward his release until they take the time and make it happen?  They are in complete control.  They need bodies.  As long as I am here, they are making money from the state; no judge would go against it, and they don’t care about using up and wasting lives away; they just want money from the state, and the state of Pennsylvania does not have money now.  

**I’ve talked with three different guys here because of “one” DUI infraction.  Yes, it’s a terrible thing, but why waste jail space and state monies when they could be at home with an ankle bracelet keeping them here–learning their lesson?  That just shows that they just want bodies in here so they can make money from the state; I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE.

**Last night, people got locked in their cells when the daily “big party” shut down at about 11 pm.  Yet, two were left out.  These two prisoners and two of the guards were talking very loudly as people were trying to get to sleep (midnight now). This unnecessary noise went on and did not stop.  Finally, on everyone’s behalf, I went to the small window and banged on it to get them to stop so we could sleep. The two inmates laughed at me; the two guards did nothing. Then, I heard one of them say, “He’s in jail, it doesn’t matter.” I think it was one of the guards who said that. 
**I didn’t want to bang on the small window a third time, the thing the two guards might take me to solitary confinement (I believe they could do that.)  Don’t forget, these two are “getting paid” for watching TV and talking out there, keeping us awake.  Also, these guards must be up anyway, so this is probably more enjoyable than whatever else they would be doing (like “work”?)  Things finally settled down about what must have been 2 am.  Then, I could not return to sleep because of my anger and frustration.  Suddenly, 5 am time for breakfast.  As usual, the food was too disgusting for me to eat.  The guy I gave it to was quite happy.  So, no sleep again last night.  What a cruel way to be punished.  Once again, who is watching these guards, who are watching the prisoners?

**So, I heard back from medical about the grievance I filed about not getting my glasses and about that psychological exam I was supposed to have done.  They wrote that I was to contact the psychology department.  Now, being in jail and not allowed to do most anything, how can I contact the psych department?  Totally ridiculous.  WHAT CAN I DO FOR SOME HELP AROUND HERE?

**Today, we had an inspection of our cell.  Because the air comes in so so cold from the vent, we had covered it with small cardboard squares to stop the freezing air from coming in, making it somewhat comfortable.  The guard saw the covers we put up and said we couldn’t do that; he locked up until lunchtime.  So, it is either frozen in the cold air or locked in your cell.  The guard who locked us in is the same guard who watches TV most of the day (once again, getting paid to watch TV.)  Also, he often sleeps in his chair, so he gets paid to sleep, too.  There are so many things at this jail that are not right.  Very cruel, very unusual.
**Last night was the worst.  The TV was on very loud until the regular 11 pm locked in the cell time.  Yet, last night, the TV remained on.  It got past midnight.  There was still much noise in the big room, so I investigated.  It turned out that they were cleaning and polishing the floor.  During the day, there are many hours when this could be accomplished, so keep everyone awake in the middle of the night.  I banded on my cell door window to get the guy’s attention to tell him to turn off the TV because people were trying to sleep.  He said some things, and I said, “Turn it off, NOW!”  He must have sensed my anger and passion, he obliged.  But loud talking and the slamming of doors prevailed. I lay in anger in my bunk, thinking, “Boy, idiots and so stupid.”  There is no caring or concern about the humans who “have” to be here.
**The “guys” are watching Eagles football on TV.  I can’t watch because  I can’t see without my glasses.  Life is so different and challenging without sight.
**Saw a security guard out yakking with three prisoners for at least one and a half hours and, of course, getting paid for it. 
**Went to see the judge today.  Before we went, we all had to have handcuffs and footcuffs (shackles) on; how demeaning.  It was like you see in the movies, but scarier.  When we returned from court, I was slow in getting out of the van; walking with the chains on was hard.  People told me to hurry up, and because I didn’t feel much in my right foot, I could not tell the chain was wrapped around my foot. 
**I fell from the upper step of the van and could not put my hands out to protect myself, either.  Landed on my left knee (the one that had two pins put into it in April) and my left elbow.  I demanded to see the physician there; it was a physician’s assistant.  He basically did a lousy job of putting a band-aid on it and said, “Looks OK, nothing broken.”  Little did he know that internally, it was hurting much.  I could see my doctor the next day; he took X-rays but could not see any problems.  But, since this happened, my knee has been hurting tremendously.  Before this re-injury, I could walk up the stairs with hardly any trouble. 
**Now, riding a bike or going up and down is painful.  My elbow and shoulder are hurting a lot, too.  The pain is much, much more because of this fall; I hope I don’t have permanent damage from it.

What awful memories I have of my time in “The Slammer.”
I hope you never have to go through anything like this. 



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Are you accomplishing what you want before your eventual death?
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“I was called a terrorist yesterday, but when I came out of jail, many people embraced me, including my enemies, and that is what I normally tell other people who say those who are struggling for liberation in their country are terrorists.”
Nelson Mandela

“It’s not as if I’ve ever been to prison or been close to going to prison. The closest I’ve got is knowing people who have been in jail – after all, I was a member of Parliament – and visiting them there during their sentence.”
Michael Portillo
“Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?”
Khalil Gibran
“No man will be a sailor who has contrivance enough to get himself into a jail, for being in a ship is being in a jail, with the chance of being drowned… a man in a jail has more room, better food, and commonly better company.”
Samuel Johnson
“If it’s illegal to rock and roll, throw my ass in jail!”
Kurt Cobain
“If you want to know who your friends are, get yourself a jail sentence.
Charles Bukowski Be thine own palace, or the world’s thy jail.”
John Donne
“If you can manipulate news, a judge can manipulate the law. A smart lawyer can keep a killer out of jail, a smart accountant can keep a thief from paying taxes, and a smart reporter could ruin your reputation- unfairly.”
Mario Cuomo
“I’ve never been to jail.
I’ve never been arrested.
I’ve never been locked up.”
Samuel L. Jackson
“All of North Korea is a jail.”
Kim Young-sam
“Every true hustler knows that you cannot hustle forever. You will go to jail eventually.”
The Notorious B.I.G.


Each week goes by so quickly, don’t you think?
It seems time is going faster all the time. Do you keep track of what you do each day?
Keep track for a few weeks; you will see your time differently.
12/23–Someone nearby was throwing out big bags of leaves; of course, I had to take them for future compost for the garden. Now is the time for people to get rid of the fallen leaves. You should get what you can for future compost that you have to start building for next season’s crops. Look for bags of leaves that you could take and use.
12/24–I am off to Costco today to buy some needed items. While there, I picked up two of their cooked rotisserie chickens, which tastes great. Off and on in the past, I have thought about becoming vegetarian. In thinking thoroughly on the subject, my thoughts have changed.
This is the only life the chicken knows. Yes, the chicken could live a better life, but so could I. The chicken has a small thinking ability; the chicken does not, with their small mind, have the proficiency to even think of a different life it could have led.
Then I think about me and the better life I could have had. Yes, this is my only life, but I could dream of a much better life. A chicken does not have this ability.

12/25–Hope you had a MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Beth and I spent a fabulous day together here.
Please let me know what occurred on your Christmas day.
12/26–A slow day; hope you had a delightful time today.
12/27–Worked on putting the new 100-gallon rain-water holder together. I got these through Vingli >>
This company is outstanding to deal with. I had trouble with a past water barrel, and they replaced it with no questions asked.

Put the water barrel up and lead your downspout from your gutters to it. I put the water barrel up on a five-foot-high stand I built; that way, gravity will draw the water out. Finding clean water might become challenging, so you better start saving H2O now.
12/28–We brought four of the little bunnies down to Smith’s Farm supply so they can sell them to customers. We get ten bucks a bun, and they sell them for $25 each. The good part about this is the bunnies often go to a home with kids who love the little guys.
12/29–Today was SOOO cold. This morning, Beth went to drive her van, and it had a flat tire. I suppose I could have changed it, but being so cold, I didn’t want to. We have a roadside service who came out and changed the wheel. Tomorrow, on the spare, we will drive to where we got the tire and have them repair the flat tire.
We had some extra fudge and gave some to the repair guy. He was delighted to have it for his ride home.
We are staying by the fire today to keep warm. It’s nice to have a fireplace. 


As I was learning to walk again after my accident and 37-day coma, I would walk with straight arms down by my side, forgetting to swing them with the opposite arm. A therapist pointed this out. All humans do this, it seems.
This is your challenge for the week: do not swing your arms with the opposite leg when you walk. This will take some thinking at first; do not swing your arms at all this week. It will really make you think about how you walk. And even more important, it will help you learn to control your actions and your mind, which is very important. Have fun with your challenge. 


The New Year celebration is coming up!
Will you celebrate?
We usually sleep through it.
I will let you know how it goes for us next week.
With all the changes in the world, I’ve heard that 2024 will be a challenging year for many people. Planning beforehand can really help. We have been saving and storing food and water for some time now. You might do the same in your planning for your upcoming life.
Be on top of things and ready for changes to occur. I am here to help you in any way I can. 




  1. Jessica December 30, 2023 Reply

    Brain injured people need special representation with regards to court issues and fairness.
    You are a true survivor to have come through such unfairness. Your neighbor is the one that should have been jailed.
    I was treated unfairly by my lawyer in Toronto after my head injury. Had there been a brain injury go- between I would likely not have been ripped off as I was.
    Stay strong as you are now dear friend.
    Love and Light

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    Kit December 30, 2023 Reply

    Thank you, Jessica.
    Yes, we have both been through much.

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