Personal Narrative of Events


When creating this presentation, I had initially not planned to include a narrative of my personal experiences, as they are unnecessary to prove or prosecute the criminal case described thus far, but there are those who have persuaded me to detail the actual events; if for no other reason than to convey to the reader the extent of the ordeal, as well as the total disregard and lack of respect shown by the officers of the court referenced in this presentation for the moral and legal obligations of the oaths they took, the sanctity of the court they swore to protect, and the rule of law that holds our nation together….and to show how devastating a crime like affectation of adjudication can be.

For this purpose, I have agreed to be thorough.

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This narrative is written in a more relaxed, present-tense prose. It goes into some detail and I have included some of my personal thoughts along the way. I very strongly urge that you not read this until after you have reviewed the entire presentation contained on the Home page and understand its contents, as the events covered in the following narrative are structured to expound on that presentation. My hope is that you will come away with a better understanding of the events that took place and of the direct and collateral effects, as they are substantial.

So, if you are compelled to read this narrative, understand that while every event described is factual, just saying they happened would not prove the criminal allegations I have set forth. Fortunately, I have very good documentation for that.

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Before we begin, there is some additional information that may add some clarity to this narrative and help to answer the question some may be asking, being: “Why would Fresno County do this to you?” This is a legitimate question and in all honesty, I cannot be entirely sure, but one possible explanation stands front and center:

When I discovered case #375290-4, I immediately began investigating all the actions taken to date by the County of Fresno. One of the things I discovered was that liens had been recorded against my real property without notice, using the default judgment as legal standing to do so. The amount the county claimed I was obligated for would consume the $25,000.00 equity I had in the property, and more.

If I had been allowed to show that the County of Fresno had either purposefully or negligently concealed the judgment from me and then had used that judgment as the authority to place sizable liens against my real property, the county would have been exposed to a significant civil action under the Due Process and Takings Clause of the United States Constitution. I was thinking nothing of the sort when I motioned the court to set aside the judgment. I was interested only in opening the case for a new and fair hearing. After witnessing the lengths the county took to make certain the judgment in the case was not set aside for the reasons I presented, I now suspect the county may have been very aware of their liability if the judgment had been set aside for those reasons, and that is possibly why the county expended so much energy to suppress the rejoinder that articulated those reasons. This is pure speculation on my part as to the county's motives behind their actions described in this presentation, and like I said, I cannot be entirely sure….but it would certainly explain a lot.


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[Note: In this narrative, the term “district attorney” refers to the assistant district attorney representing the County of Fresno in case #375290-4, not the then elected Fresno County District Attorney Ed Hunt.]

In 1991, I am employed by a painting company as a journeyman painter and have a very busy work schedule. My employer receives a wage assignment order from case #277340-6 in late March of 1991. At first opportunity, I take a week day off on 5-01-91 and use it to visit the Fresno County District Attorneys Office to inquire as to the details regarding the wage assignment. The district attorney informs me that I am obligated to reimburse the county for AFDC funds paid out in case #277340-6 during 1983. I agree to repay the county, and an arrangement is made to reimburse the county by voluntary payments in lieu of the wage garnishment. I begin sending the county payments by personal check and my employer is relieved of the duty to withhold. The payments received by the county are applied to case #277340-6 from March of '91 through May of '91 (by wage assignment), and May of '91 through August of '91 (by voluntary payments).

On August 18th the county begins applying those payments received toward the completely separate case #375290-4. I am not notified of this switch and continue to send payments to the county for, what I believe to be, the reimbursement arrangement I agreed to in case #277340-6.

From 1991 through 1993, I only receive one 'receipt' from the county per year relating to the payments I am sending. They come by mail in the form of a document titled Child Support Warning Notice. The notices from late '91 and late '92 show a steady reduction in the total amount owed.

I purchase a home in the late summer of 1993.

In the fall of 1993, I receive the same type document, except this time it shows a very large increase in the total amount owed. By this time, I hold a California contractor's license and own my own painting company, so it is easy for me to schedule a visit to the district attorneys office. I do so to inquire how is it possible for a fixed sum of reimbursements owed to the county in case #277340-6 to increase, since the county could not have paid out new AFDC funds or had support collections re-assigned to the county, as I had allowed the child in that case to be adopted by his step-father many years ago.

The district attorneys office informs me of case #375290-4, says that the latest Child Support Warning Notice I had received reflects the amount owed in that case, claims that I have been making payments toward the case since 1991, and hands me a copy of the underlying default judgment in the case. This is when I discover case #375290-4.

I begin looking into the case by accessing the court case file at the county clerk's office. The case began in 1988. I find the proof of service for the initial Summons to Appear in the case file. It is a substituted service and the details show it was improperly served. I consult with two separate attorneys who confirm this. I contact my mortgagor and discover the judgment lien placed against my real property. I also discover the many court proceedings and actions in this case, before and after my first contact on 5-01-91 with the district attorney. All have taken place without notice. These actions require legal notice to all parties to the action, but again, there are none.

As stated, I have meetings with two separate family law attorneys regarding this matter. When I meet with the first attorney and ask if I could get the county to open the case for a new and fair hearing by showing I was never notified about the case, he assures me I can, due to the improper service and lack of notice of all actions in the case. The second attorney I consult agrees with the first attorney's assessment, but surprisingly declines to represent me in court, despite my requesting him to. He says he does not feel right about taking my money for, what he says, is no reason, but I am unfamiliar with court proceedings and uncomfortable about going to one without an attorney. When I ask him, “What if they throw me a curve ball?”, he responds, ”What curve ball can they possibly throw you? Look, you have this.”

After this, I actually begin to believe that I will not need an attorney to assist me in this matter. I know I can prove to the court I was held in ignorance of the case by the County of Fresno, so I petition the Fresno County Superior Court on 3-29-94 to order a blood test to establish paternity in case #375290-4. I errantly believe establishing paternity to be the first step toward starting the case over from the beginning, fairly this time. I am unfamiliar with civil procedure and family law, and am ignorant of the legal necessity to motion the court to set aside the underlying default judgment before blood tests can be ordered.

A hearing is docketed for 5-12-94 in Dept. 19. The district attorney responds by mail to my motion for blood tests to establish paternity with a Memorandum of Points and Authorities, arguing that in order for the court to order blood test it would first be necessary for the court to set aside the underlying judgment in the case, but since I've had knowledge of the judgment for at least the last two years and had even been making payments toward it, I am barred by the one year statute of limitation in petitioning the court to set aside the judgment.

After some research and a visit to a paralegal, I respond with a Supplemental Declaration (rejoinder) to amend my original plea to include a motion to set aside the default judgment in this case, and counter the district attorney's argument by attaching to the motion copies of the county's own documentation to decisively show that it could not have been possible for me to have previous knowledge of this case before August of 1993, therefore the court should set aside the judgment on the grounds of lack of official notice of all process in the case and concealment of the case by the district attorneys office, and ask for the case to be re-opened for a new and fair hearing. I timely file and serve this on 5-10-94 and keep two extra file stamped copies for myself.

On the morning of 5-12-94, I am in Dept. 19 of the Fresno County Superior Court with my wife. My case number is called. The district attorney and judge both claim absence and ignorance of the rejoinder in their records, so I offer my two file stamped copies for the court to review. The bailiff distributes my copies, one to the judge and one to the district attorney, which was my intention and the reason I handed the court both copies; a courtesy on my part. The district attorney present at the hearing does not raise a new argument and agrees to the motion to set aside the judgment. A continuance hearing is agreed upon to notify an absent third party (custodial parent) whose presence is asserted by the district attorney as necessary to grant the motion to set aside the judgment. Apparently, the county has, once again, failed to give the required legal notice of an official court hearing to a party to this action. I marvel at the level of (what I perceive as) incompetence. The judge and the district attorney compare their calenders to find a date when they can both be present in Dept. 19 for the continuance hearing. This seems important to them. After some hawing, they decide on 6-09-94. I agree to that date.

The judge asks me if there is anything else I wish to add. I say yes, and ask for the court to return my two copies of the rejoinder, stating that they are the only two copies I have. The court agrees and asks me to be seated in the gallery while the court makes copies for their records. I comply.

I had witnessed what I would describe as a very efficient court that morning, with the succession of cases being called and decisions being handed down in a surprisingly quick fashion. However, upon my request for the court to return my rejoinder copies, the action in the courtroom lulls. No new cases are being called. This lasts for what seems to be about five minutes. I see very little interaction amongst the officers of the court, but I do notice the district attorney stand, then walk over and begin speaking to the court bailiff. They then walk over together and access a computer stationed beside a side door exit. This continues for about another five minutes. The bailiff is seated at the computer with the district attorney leaning over his shoulder, periodically pointing at the screen. At the end of the five minutes or so, the district attorney re-seats himself and the bailiff walks in my direction, passes the bar and approaches me. He asks me to please accompany him. I ask him if he has my copies and he replies, “Yes, come with me.” He turns and passes back through the bar and I follow. At the moment I pass through the bar, the bailiff turns with handcuffs in his hand and states, “You're under arrest.”

I am handcuffed and lead through the side door and am transported in the back of a Fresno County Sheriff patrol car to the Fresno County Jail. I am processed, strip-searched, dressed in jail attire, given a small bag of toiletries and placed into 'general population'. It is a very large room with a common area and rows of bunk beds. When asked by the other inmates what I am 'in for', I tell them I am here by mistake; a statement that is received with some amusement.

Within the hour, the loud-speaker overhead announces my name and instructs me to “roll out”. I am given back my clothes and allowed to dress. My personal effects are returned, I sign for them and am given a receipt. I am escorted to the exit and released onto the sidewalk. My wife is waiting for me.

The two items not returned to me during this whole experience, however, are the two file stamped copies of the rejoinder I requested from the court.

[Events I didn't see: upon my arrest, my wife learned from the court why I was being arrested. She was told it was for a failure to appear issued from a traffic case. My wife contacted the attorney who represented me in that case and who knew that the case was disposed and satisfied. The attorney contacted a judge by phone and the judge ordered the jail to immediately release me.]

Upon release, I locate the case number for the traffic case in my personal files, as for over 30 years I have kept accurate personal and business files for everything.

Within a few days I visit the County Clerks Office and discover the forged warrant for my arrest. I have a copy made and drive to the attorney's office who represented me in the case, asking to see his file for comparison. He examines the warrant and informs me that all of his closed case files are in storage and kept in Clovis (a small suburb of Fresno) and mine would be hard to find. I insist, at which point he changes his story and says he's actually not sure where the file is. I become more assertive and the attorney responds with a curt, “I'm sorry, I don't know where it is. I can't help you.” I leave, feeling suspicious and doubting that I am being told the truth….and unable to dismiss the feeling that maybe there is something going on here I don't know about.

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On 6-09-94, I am in Dept. 19 at 1:30pm for the scheduled continuance hearing slated for this afternoon. My wife is with me again and the large courtroom is full. The afternoon moves forward and I am observing the variety of cases as they are called. The court is once again functioning like a well-oiled machine, and the judge appears to sincerely care about the people who stand before her. She makes decision after decision, and in my opinion they all seem to be fairly handed down. As the afternoon wears on and the courtroom empties, I begin to wonder when my case will be called. Eventually, it becomes apparent my case will be one of the last, as there are only a few people left now.

At 5:00pm, the bailiff empties the gallery of the remaining spectators and exits the courtroom after them. I hear the doors lock from the outside. The 'necessary' third party to the action to set aside the judgment is not present and I begin to battle a sense of growing unease.

The judge announces to the now empty gallery, shy myself and my wife, “The court will take a short recess”, and retires to chambers accompanied by the district attorney. These are the same two that had been present at the first hearing. They emerged after approximately ten minutes and the judge calls my case by looking directly at me for the first time, saying, “We're ready for you now”, emphasizing the word “now”. This is a break in the normal procedure I have witnessed throughout the afternoon of the court calling cases by their specific case numbers. My sense of unease increases substantially as I pass the bar and seat myself with my wife at my side.

Once seated, I am immediately asked to explain to the court what type of relief I am seeking. I respond by asking the judge if she has my copies of the rejoinder I had requested the court to return to me at our last hearing, as I need them now to articulate my position and could she please return them to me? My request is answered with, “Will you please tell the court exactly what type of relief you are seeking?”, sternly this time. I realize at this point that the court has no intention of returning my documents, so I reply, “I am seeking relief from the default judgment in this case.” As I am uneducated in legal procedure or family law and do not have my documents to refer to, I cannot think of what else to say. This is the curve ball I had feared and I have no idea how to hit it.

The district attorney immediately calls a witness named Nikki I. (or, possibly, Nikki J. - full last name is unknown/omitted in the Minute Order of the hearing). Nikki I. takes the stand and testifies that she had personally served me a copy of the default judgment when I first contacted the district attorneys office over three years ago on 5-01-91 to resolve the reimbursement issue in case #277340-6. She is using notes to refresh her memory that were purportedly made on 5-01-91 during that first encounter and claims that the notes are being used to refresh her memory of the events of that meeting and that notes like these are taken in the normal course of her daily routine as an officer of the District Attorneys Office.

I have never seen her before.

When the district attorney completes his line of questioning which 'establishes' Nikki I.'s declarations regarding her notes and her testimony that she had personally given me a physical copy of the default judgment in question on 5-01-91, I am allowed to cross-examine her.

I can think of a half dozen ways to impeach her testimony, notes or not. But it is not to be, as I am never allowed to complete any line of questioning at all. Every time I begin and get close to impeaching Nikki I.'s version of the events, the judge forcefully says, “You will not pursue this line of questioning.” Every time this happens, I recalculate a different strategy for a new and different line of questioning, only to be met with this same command. Maybe Nikki I. doesn't see the paths my questions are taking her down, but the judge certainly does. Every time, I am stopped one question away from getting her to falter, with the judge's assertiveness becoming noticeably more pronounced with each command.

During my fourth attempt to cross-examine Nikki I., the district attorney stands with a single piece of paper in the hand above his head, interrupts the 'cross-examination' of Nikki I., and states, “Excuse me, your honor, I just found this in my file.”

Without speaking, the judge gestures for the district attorney to approach the bench, examines the paper and says, “This is admissible.” She hands it back to the district attorney, who walks over and sets it on the table in front of me. I had seen the bailiff handling this duty all afternoon, but he is unavailable at the moment; presumably out in the hallway guarding the locked entrance doors.

What I see in front of me is a proof of service for the default judgment in case #375290-4….this case. It is dated 5-01-91; the day I had first contact with the Fresno County District Attorneys Office. It is lacking a file stamp, meaning it was never filed with the county clerk or entered into the official record. And it is pristine. No wrinkles, no smudges, no creases, and it is lacking any holes from a hole punch, meaning it has survived in the district attorney's personal case file floating free for over three years without a single blemish, while I notice that the remaining documents in his file are hole punched at the top and fastened together.

This document is obviously of very recent manufacture.

It is at this exact point I understand beyond any doubt that I am not before a fair and impartial court. Everything that has happened clicks together in my head. I can no longer extend the benefit of the doubt. There are no mistakes here. There is no incompetence. I had not been arrested by error. I had been 'arrested' to separate me from the documents I was requesting the court to return and which the court is still refusing to return or even acknowledge….and that is not arrest….that is kidnapping for theft. Even I know that.

The documents that gave me a chance of prevailing in this case had been forcibly taken from me and they will not be returned. The locked doors are to hide the injustice being served in this room. These people can do whatever they want and I am helpless and unable to stop them. I need to get out of here and arm myself with a very good attorney. Now. The uneasy feeling I had been experiencing escalates into dread and full-blown fear. One misstep and back to jail is my main concern now….and who knows when I'd be released?

Although I do not feel so inside, my next words are calm and measured; “Due to the surprise nature of this document, I request a continuance in order to seek counsel to properly examine this document.” I believe this to be a fair request, as well as a way to exit this situation that I have found myself in, but the judge differs and responds in a full scream, “YOU COME IN HERE…IN - PRO - PER…YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST……….”

I am no longer listening to the exact words. I am on my feet, standing motionless, staring at the screaming judge, waiting for the moment this will end. My wife, who up until this moment had been seated beside me, has already bolted and is running up the isle of the gallery toward the exit doors. I can hear her behind me pounding forcefully on the doors, but the very vocal dressing-down I am receiving from the judge is much louder. It ends when the judge finally proclaims, still in full voice, ”….MOTION TO SET ASIDE DENIED. MOTION FOR CONTINUANCE DENIED. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO ADD?” I respond, “No, your honor, that about says it all.” I turn and power-walk past the bar and up toward the exit doors where my wife is still hammering. I am fighting the urge to run, myself. The hitherto absent bailiff unlocks the doors moments before I arrive. My wife escapes and is now running down the hallway toward an exit. I step past the bailiff and pick up the pace in an attempt to catch my now out of view wife.

Ms. Nikki remains on the witness stand, presumably awaiting further cross-examination.

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Over the next three days, my wife becomes increasingly agitated. She will not sleep and is keeping me from doing the same. All she will discuss is what happened and what can we do about it? We agree that I should talk to the attorney who handled the traffic case. I have my doubts about him at this point, but at least he knows about the bogus arrest and might be more inclined to believe the tale I have to tell.

Three days after the hearing, I go to see the attorney and bring him up to speed, while my wife stays home with our 2 year old son. I tell him the events surrounding the two hearings. He understands, seems to believe what I am telling him and even appears to be shocked and concerned. I ask him, “What can I do? Will you help me?” He says no, he will not help me as this is not his area of law, but says he knows some attorneys who might be able to. He proceeds to write down the names and numbers of several civil attorneys on a piece of paper. He says to use him as a reference. I thank him and leave for home.

My wife is waiting for me in the driveway when I return. How long she has been there, I do not know. She asks me, “Did he say he would help us?” I say, “No, but he gave me the names of……………………….” This is as far as I get in the sentence.

Right here in the driveway and at this very moment, I witness the person behind the eyes that belong to my wife die. Suddenly and abruptly she has stranger's eyes. It is one of the most shocking things I have ever witnessed. She begins frantically pacing the driveway and the front yard. She is not speaking and is acting like an animal that doesn't know which direction to run to escape a fire. I am following and corralling her and trying to get her attention, calling her name. It's useless. She is bent over, wild eyed, racing back and forth, and I am unable to get a vocal response from her.

I finally get her into the house and call her family. I want them to see her, because I know if she doesn't snap out of this she will need to be hospitalized. She is my wife and my responsibility, but I cannot bring myself to make this decision alone.

Her family arrives within the hour and immediately agrees with my assessment. It is not pleasant or easy, but we get her to the county acute psychiatric unit and admit her for a three day observation. At the end of the three days, the doctors refuse to release her, saying it is unsafe, and keep her over for a more intensive psychiatric evaluation. I do not care for the facility or the doctors and arrange to transfer her to a more up-scale hospital. Her family assists with the cost of this, as we do not have health insurance. At the new hospital, my wife is incoherent at times, and other times is talking and writing about how her deceased father is talking to her and making her do math problems. This and Native American Indian children is all she will discuss. She shows no grasp of reality.

After some time in the hospital, she is released into my care and is very heavily medicated. She has been diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and is declared gravely disabled by her doctors. Once home, she spends her time curled into a ball on the bed. I am unable to get her to eat. She becomes emaciated and I am helpless to stop it. She has episodes of agitated delusion where she believes she is trapped back in the psychiatric hospital. It is a 'loop' that plays over and over for her. She thinks I am a doctor and asks me where her husband is? During these times, she gives no signs of recognizing me or her own son.

I become my wife's full time care giver. Either I do this, or I commit her to a psychiatric hospital. In my mind and in my heart, this is not an option. As I am unable to tend to my painting company, I am forced to shut it down. A close friend of mine volunteers to assist me by watching my wife and son when I need to leave the house for groceries, or for any other reason, since my wife cannot be left unattended and I cannot take her with me, not to mention being unable to trust her with our son.

I drill and install nuts and bolts through the metal window frames to restrict the windows from opening and sink long lag screws through the front and back doors into the jambs at night. I do this after I find my wife in the front yard around midnight one night with a plastic shopping bag which contains a hair brush, a CD and an orange. She tells me she is going to the airport to catch her plane to New York for her meeting with guitarist Joe Perry of the band Aerosmith.

I will write no more regarding the details of my wife's behavior, as I believe this is sufficient for the reader to grasp the extent of her disability. I trust you understand.

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Not long after, I am contacted by a person that works within the District Attorneys Office. [Note: In this narrative, I wish for this person to remain completely anonymous. For this reason, I will refer to this person simply as “John”]

John says he needs five minutes of my time and says it is very important. I agree, and travel to the district attorneys office. I subsequently find myself alone with John, closed inside a tiny consultation room. I am seated on the single metal-and-plastic chair, while John sits behind a separating counter. I can see his face, but not the computer on the desk that he is typing into. He asks me, “So, how did the hearings go?” I reply, “It's over. They've won. I've lost everything.” His response is, “Well, okay, let's just take a look at that.”

There is no surveillance in the room that I can see, but John motions silently for me to come up and over the counter so I can see the screen on the computer. This is not an easy feat. I have to pull myself off the floor and over the counter far enough to see the screen, which is low and facing away from me. Once in position (straddling the counter on my stomach with one hand planted on the desk top), John points to the bottom of the screen and whispers, “Right here….this is how they beat you.” He is pointing to the bottom of what turns out to be the official Register of Actions in case #375290-4. It is an electronic docket, which has no physical counterpart in the official court case file maintained at the County Clerks Office. Although I have closely examined that case file, I have never seen this. I now know that there is more information regarding what happened and I intend to get it. [A personal note, if I may: I wish to express the huge debt of gratitude I owe to “John”. If he had not done what he did, I most likely would never have known the complete facts surrounding those hearings.]

I immediately travel to the county clerks office, asking if they have a printout that shows all the actions in the case. I am given a computer printout of the Register of Actions. I can now read what I was shown upside-down in the district attorneys office.

The printout brings me to understand that the record is corrupted in the way described in the presentation on the Home page of this website….and I am horrified. I was planning to appeal the screaming judge's decision, but the official record shows there WAS no decision in Dept. 19, rather; all decisions were handed down in Dept. 90 relating to a custody issue, not my motion to set aside the judgment in the case. I do not wish to appeal a 'custody' issue 'decided' in dept. 90….I need to appeal the “decision” handed down in Dept. 19. The set aside motion for the default judgment in the case needs to be decided before a different and, hopefully, more legitimate court.

But there is nothing on the record to appeal…..and I realize that if I were to file another motion to set aside the same judgment, I will be docketed to appear in Dept. 19 again, before that very same judge, and there is no way I am going back into that court. There is seemingly nothing I can do. If I go to a new attorney they will not believe my story, and if they do, I cannot trust that the court case file at the clerks office will remain accurate. After all, I have seen all the way from the inside of the Fresno County Jail what can happen to documents controlled and maintained by the Fresno County Clerks Office. Seriously, how does one appeal a decision that has no record of ever being made? I realize it is possible I am staring into the face of the record of a perfect crime.

I have the clerk prepare certified copies of the minute orders, my original motions, and several other key pieces of process that are in the case file. My thought is this: While the official docket does not reflect what actually took place, the process within the file is still accurate and, as yet, untampered with. I will get everything I can certified now, basically freezing the process in place, and I will figure out what to do with it later.

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For the first time ever, I apply for welfare and food stamps in order to feed my family and keep the utilities on. The program is called AFDC-U; Aid to Families with Dependent Children - Unemployment. To receive this aid, I must prove to the county that I am unable to work, but am not disabled and do not qualify for disability. This is not an easy task, and Fresno County fights me tooth-and-nail. It is humiliating, but my only other option is to institutionalize my wife so I can be freed up to work.

Eventually, and after overcoming a myriad of obstacles, the county grants the application for aid, but then promptly proceeds to regularly deny that aid by repeatedly claiming that I have failed to turn in required documents, monthly reports, past business records and so forth. I have wised up in regards to Fresno County's nature, and I deliver all requested documents and reports by hand and demand a document receipt, so every time the county aid is denied, I present the dated receipts for the documents in question and the county is forced to reinstate the aid.

The irony of being forced to stand with my hat in my hand before the exact same county that has directly caused the situation I find myself in is not lost on me and I am intensely angry.

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Since I have no money for house payments now, my home goes into foreclosure, and even though doctors have declared my wife to be permanently and gravely disabled, the Social Security Administration does not believe my wife will remain disabled and denies her disability claim. The attorney is appealing this decision, but……..I run out of money and options.

I am now homeless. My younger sister lives in a small, one bedroom apartment in town. She offers to shelter the three of us and I gratefully accept, as I have nowhere else to go. This continues for a little over a month.

My older brother lives in Texas and offers for us to stay at his place and to help in my attempt to secure better health care for my wife, as her doctor only seems to want to keep her heavily sedated and refuses to try anything else. My brother tells me the county-owned facilities are much better in Texas than in California, and I am grateful for the offer to go there. I drive to Texas from Fresno in a two-door hatchback that contains myself, my disabled wife, and our two year old son, along with what remains of our possessions. Once in Texas, I find the county-owned psychiatric facility to be a very decent place. The doctors seem to care about my wife, and eventually a milder cocktail of medications is settled on and she subsequently becomes able to function in a limited capacity. The delusional episodes have ceased and I am grateful for that as well, but she is nowhere close to being the same as she was before….and I miss that person to this day.




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