For legal purpose I have to write this. THIS IS MY OPINION So I due not get sued by one of these companies, The PGT, Riverview or Ocean Side
IN MY OPINION
THE PUBLIC GUARDIAN AND TRUSTEE
OF BRITISH COLUMBIA IS;
Corrupt
Abuses my mother and myself.
Never keeps any of their promises
Abuses their power.
Legally embezzles funds
So I was speaking to a bus driver friend of mine and he told me that because I go everyday it is a huge commitment and that I will have allot waiting for me, in heaven afterwards.
I told him I don't think so, because of past sins. The past is the past and my sins have been forgiven me. Yes it is a large commitment, but I do not see as such. I see it as I am there when my mother needs me the most and this is so true.
No other person would do or could do what I do. first they would not do the traveling. If they did not have a car. There is no way they would go. But I think of the ride as a journey. And I get to see and hear the most wonderful and crazy things. I get to speak with people who are just getting to our city. Or someone who is just going on a vacation or going home.
I speak to people who live in White Rock and they tell me all about White Rock. Yes my feet today are completely soaking wet. And all night I have been walking around in wet socks. And my hair has been drenched all day. Because it is also cold out, I have had to pile on the clothing. What little I have. And wear dirty jeans. This is what I have to do, so be it. If this is what it takes to see mom, than I am glad to wear wet socks all day and night. And walk in the rain and get soaking wet. Wearing dirty clothing and looking like a bum. Which today is what I looked like. No one even looked at me today. People moved away from me today. I guess I smelled bad or something. Like a wet dog. The shoes are canvas, which smells horrible when wet. And the jeans are riped and holes in the pocket, and tattered bottoms. You know what, this is all I have and I will have to keep on wearing them. The other pair of jeans is riped on the side along the seam. About a 3 inch rip. And a pair of cargo khakis. That is it.
Before I go on, my brother in law is spreading rumors
But I have no phone now. And the phone that I have is just a paper weight. I cannot get ahold of the hospital to speak with the law department, the doctors, the dietitian, and everyone else that I have to deal with as an advocate for my mother. Which is pissing me off greatly. I need to have a phone. I cannot do anything without one. There is so much I need to do, and a phone is what I need to do this.
I can not even call places for me to see in White Rock.
The problem is that the worker at the PGT does not keep his word and if he did, I would already be in White Rock with furniture and warm clothing.
So I will continue to write what is on top of this page over and over again. I will copy a letter I have written and paste it on every pole around the PGT office. And every nice day I will be out front with my picket sign. I am done playing games with all of these people.
Come on, it is good that I choose to have mom live in White Rock because it is closer for my sister's. They drive I take a bus for 5 or 6 hours a day. And I make an adventure out of it. And enjoy every minute of it.
When I leave the hospital, I am so happy, happy that mom is happy and comfortable and calm. I am happy that mom and I laughed and talked for several hours. And I got to be their with her. This the best present anyone could get everyday of the week. And the fact that mom will only let me put her to bed. And when I leave, mom is so peaceful I feel GOD has been right there with us the whole time.What more can anyone ask for. Come on. It is the most beautiful thing every. I wish all of you could feel what I feel. Understand what I understand. See the face of the angel that I see in my mother. The beauty that is her. The appreciation of the kindness I show to the other patients in their. And the recognition of the kindness by the patients themselves. By watching the staf see me with amazment for what I do everyday. And the staff saying behind my back, I would never do that. I am to busy to spend that much time visiting someone.
Do you see the beauty of what I do. Come walk in my shoes for a day. And your world will be irrevocably changed forever. You will see the world with new lightness. Your eyes will be opened, you will really hear for a new start on your journey. Your soul will be stirred to a higher level forever. You will never be able to go back to who you once were.
Come with me, come and see my world. How I fight for my mother's rights, how the psychiatric industry is causing devastation to the seniors with Alzheimer's and Dementia.
Follow me and I will take you through this journey. And I will show you how families can't or won't be their for there loved one's. How these people sit day after day, without the contact of another human being. Especially there family members. How there is no active treatment in place to stimulate their senses.
I can and will change the lives of all that I can. Through positive treatment. And through alternative treatments.
I have to leave now. I have to finish my laundry and go to bed. I am finally dried, but hungry none the less.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Judge me by the content of my character.
So I was speaking to a bus driver friend of mine and he told me that because I go everyday it is a huge commitment and that I will have allot waiting for me, in heaven afterwards.
I told him I don't think so, because of past sins. The past is the past and my sins have been forgiven me. Yes it is a large commitment, but I do not see as such. I see it as I am there when my mother needs me the most and this is so true.
No other person would do or could do what I do. first they would not do the traveling. If they did not have a car. There is no way they would go. But I think of the ride as a journey. And I get to see and hear the most wonderful and crazy things. I get to speak with people who are just getting to our city. Or someone who is just going on a vacation or going home.
I speak to people who live in White Rock and they tell me all about White Rock. Yes my feet today are completely soaking wet. And all night I have been walking around in wet socks. And my hair has been drenched all day. Because it is also cold out, I have had to pile on the clothing. What little I have. And wear dirty jeans. This is what I have to do, so be it. If this is what it takes to see mom, than I am glad to wear wet socks all day and night. And walk in the rain and get soaking wet. Wearing dirty clothing and looking like a bum. Which today is what I looked like. No one even looked at me today. People moved away from me today. I guess I smelled bad or something. Like a wet dog. The shoes are canvas, which smells horrible when wet. And the jeans are riped and holes in the pocket, and tattered bottoms. You know what, this is all I have and I will have to keep on wearing them. The other pair of jeans is riped on the side along the seam. About a 3 inch rip. And a pair of cargo khakis. That is it.
Before I go on, my brother in law is spreading rumors
But I have no phone now. And the phone that I have is just a paper weight. I cannot get ahold of the hospital to speak with the law department, the doctors, the dietitian, and everyone else that I have to deal with as an advocate for my mother. Which is pissing me off greatly. I need to have a phone. I cannot do anything without one. There is so much I need to do, and a phone is what I need to do this.
I can not even call places for me to see in White Rock.
The problem is that the worker at the PGT does not keep his word and if he did, I would already be in White Rock with furniture and warm clothing.
So I will continue to write what is on top of this page over and over again. I will copy a letter I have written and paste it on every pole around the PGT office. And every nice day I will be out front with my picket sign. I am done playing games with all of these people.
Come on, it is good that I choose to have mom live in White Rock because it is closer for my sister's. They drive I take a bus for 5 or 6 hours a day. And I make an adventure out of it. And enjoy every minute of it.
When I leave the hospital, I am so happy, happy that mom is happy and comfortable and calm. I am happy that mom and I laughed and talked for several hours. And I got to be their with her. This the best present anyone could get everyday of the week. And the fact that mom will only let me put her to bed. And when I leave, mom is so peaceful I feel GOD has been right there with us the whole time.What more can anyone ask for. Come on. It is the most beautiful thing every. I wish all of you could feel what I feel. Understand what I understand. See the face of the angel that I see in my mother. The beauty that is her. The appreciation of the kindness I show to the other patients in their. And the recognition of the kindness by the patients themselves. By watching the staf see me with amazment for what I do everyday. And the staff saying behind my back, I would never do that. I am to busy to spend that much time visiting someone.
Do you see the beauty of what I do. Come walk in my shoes for a day. And your world will be irrevocably changed forever. You will see the world with new lightness. Your eyes will be opened, you will really hear for a new start on your journey. Your soul will be stirred to a higher level forever. You will never be able to go back to who you once were.
Come with me, come and see my world. How I fight for my mother's rights, how the psychiatric industry is causing devastation to the seniors with Alzheimer's and Dementia.
Follow me and I will take you through this journey. And I will show you how families can't or won't be their for there loved one's. How these people sit day after day, without the contact of another human being. Especially there family members. How there is no active treatment in place to stimulate their senses.
I can and will change the lives of all that I can. Through positive treatment. And through alternative treatments.
I have to leave now. I have to finish my laundry and go to bed. I am finally dried, but hungry none the less.
GOD Bless and good night.
Kris
Judge me by the content of my character.
