5-Year-Old Child Saves Family!


A 5-year-old Canadian girl saved her family’s life after a motor vehicle accident. Apparently, her mother fell asleep while driving and drove down a 40-foot ridge. After freeing herself from her car seat and crawling out of the wreckage; she walked barefoot up an embankment to summon help.

According to her mother, “I can only remember one or two times where she got out of her five-point harness previously. She somehow got out, adrenaline or whatever, and barefoot hiked up the embankment.”

Whatever the reason, her mother and 10-week-old brother are probably alive because of her actions on that faithful day. She managed to unclip the harness on her car seat, which had lodged against the seat in front of her, opened the car’s damaged passenger door and made her way up rugged terrain without shoes.

Then she flagged down a passing car and told the driver what happened.

The mom, who is a swim teacher, broke her back in two places, underwent surgery to repair internal bleeding and had some organs removed. The brother required neurosurgery to reduce brain swelling, but the hero made it out with only scratches.

They airlifted all three to a hospital and were there 19 days. They’re home recovering, but the hero is unaware of her actions.

“She just doesn’t know what it means,” her mother said. “She’s just 5 years old and so happy to be home and playing with her dog and her ducks.”

I’ve been thinking of this story since I read the article several days ago, and the questions I keep asking myself. What inside a 5-year-old child results in them being able to respond to a critical incident the way she did? Was it adrenaline? Was it her upbringing? Was it past experiences in her young life? Was it her personality/intelligence? Or was it just her? I find this interesting.  

 I took some information from an article by mchan@nydailynews.com

Angela Szymanski’s (mother) family started a GoFundMe page. The accident occurred in the mountainous town of Jasper in western Alberta, Canada. Please make a donation.


I’m very sad and you should be, too!


I just read an article in regards to the murder of 8-year-old, Madyson “Maddy” Middleton from Santa Cruz, California.

Maddy, who went missing twenty-four hours earlier, was found dead in a dumpster behind the Tannery Arts Center. She was last seen riding her scooter when she went missing. The results of her autopsy revealed this 8-year-old, who is someone’s child; was beaten, raped and strangled. Imagine how terrified she must have been. It takes my breath away!

I did some research in regards to the Tannery Arts Center. There are 100 one to three bedroom apartments. Meant for artists, musicians, and writers who earn less than the average medium income, which was $69,600 in 2014. Because it receives federal funding and subject to fair housing laws, they cannot discriminate against non-artists when choosing tenants. So, therefore, not all tenants are artists.

The individual arrested for her murder is 15-year-old, Adrian Jerry Gonzalez. He also lives at the Tannery with his mother, Reje “Reggie” Dimailig Factor, and from all indications it’s a dysfunctional situation, to say the least.

Let’s start with Ms. Factor. According to an attorney who represented her in a civil case. Who described her upbringing as shattered by divorce and a frequent lack of money, employment and housing. The attorney also stated, “She’s had a difficult life.” See where they’re going here?

Next is Adrian Jerry Gonzalez (AJ) the perpetrator (murderer) of this horrific crime. According to his birth certificate, he was born at Sutter Maternity and Surgery Center in Santo Cruz.

When AJ was not yet 2-years-old, Abraham Gonzalez (AJ’s father?) was arrested on suspicion of felony assault with a deadly weapon, and misdemeanor battery in a relationship. Only convicted of the latter and sentenced to three years of probation. It’s not clear if Ms. Factor was the victim in that case because they could only locate a partial court record.

For many years during his AJ’s childhood, his mother worked numerous jobs. One job, in particular, in a discount store, which her boss made sexual advances towards her and she quit. A subsequent sexual harassment lawsuit filed.

Ms. Factor ran out of money, and they became homeless. They lived with friends, and then a homeless shelter and the harassment case eventually settled out-of-court, to which she received an undisclosed sum. Mom’s made some poor choices. Also, dad doesn’t seem to be involved. I’m going to stop here because it’s the same storyline. You know the same show, but different actors.

Apparently, AJ appeared in Santa Cruz Superior Court. He addressed the felony charges that include murder with a special allegation of lying in wait, kidnapping, forcible rape, lewd acts with a child younger than 14 and sexual penetration with an instrument.

Dressed in a green T-shirt and khaki pants issued to minors at Juvenile Hall, he appeared solemn and answered “yes” when asked by the judge if he would waive his right to a speedy trial.

He (his case) appointed to public defenders and they spoke for the first time in AJ’s defense. “This case is extremely tragic and devastating to two families and the Tannery Arts community, and much more people in this country and beyond.”

Some information is taken from an article in the Santa Cruz Sentinel.

It’s Okay!


I have been married to my wife Carol* for twenty-five years, who’s been a nurse for twenty-nine years. She is very intelligent and has worked in oncology, emergency room, telephone triage, and pediatrics. Always excelling and in control.

About six years ago she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, bipolar depression and anxiety. Since then, our situation has changed dramatically. First, she had to search for a therapist and later a physiatrist. The hardest part of the whole situation is her having to admit inadequacy in herself, and not being able to “control” her situation.

Forgot to mention, she injured her back about twenty-twenty years ago while working the emergency department. She decided to have surgery to remove a disc, which was not successful. In addition there are three bulging discs, and arthritis; the arthritis is a result of the surgery. She realizes the situation is not going to improve.

Carol has not told her family about her diagnosis because of all the worry it would cause, which would add to her anxiety. She didn’t want to hear acquaintances explain they understood, etc. The only person besides me who knows of the diagnosis is our daughter.

What’s saddest about this whole situation; well, I’ll have to start from the beginning. When I first met Carol, I soon realized how intelligent, assertive and comfortable she was in her work environment. She worked as an emergency department nurse in a very large inner-city, east coast medical center. I worked as a police officer in the same center.

It was the mid 80s, and the east coast was experiencing a Crack epidemic, which made for a stressful and “interesting” time. Carol took it all in stride and did very well dealing with all the craziness that comes with working in a very busy emergency department. Her evaluations were great, and management assigned her to assist paramedic/EMT students, and recently hired nurses; we’ll call it a preceptor. 

Remembering those times makes me sad. After being diagnosed, I’ve watched as it’s robbed her assertiveness, and now she second guesses herself on just about everything. The constant battle of finding the right medication combination, and visiting her psychiatrist and therapist has taken a toll on Carol. It’s like she’s battling with herself; a constant fight if you will.

Panic attacks brought on by her anxiety are frustrating to her, our daughter and me, and come out of nowhere. Any requests for help with chores come with a price, and they have to be done her way! Her mind is constantly on the move; going from one thought to the next. It never stops!

Carol never sleeps as a result of her medications. She sleeps for two hours and is up for an hour; the cycle usually repeats throughout out the night. Sometimes she feels like she’s going to fall asleep while driving. Her medications have changed so many times it’s confusing. It’s frustrating to our daughter and me. Multiply that by at least three times for her!

Carol has learned to speak up to her psychiatrist and therapist, and ask for what she wants. She’s learning to “feel good” about herself. They are still in search of the correct medication combination, but it’s improving. She’s currently dealing with a lack of appetite.

The next challenge is to get her to realize she is a sick person, such as someone with an allergy if you will, instead of a failure. She’s terrified someone is going to find out about her diagnosis, and that’s sad. There is so much the average individual does not understand in regards to mental illness. There needs to be more information, or should I say education available in regards to mental illness and it should be easily accessible.

Thank you for listening.

 *Names have been changed to protect me (lol).










Yes, Let’s Blame the Fireworks


Another fireworks-related death. I read an article about the Maine ADULT, who decided to launch a firework device from his head. A second fatality was the result of another ADULT launching a device from his chest.

The media interviewed the first (Maine) adult’s mother. She suggested the state conduct safety classes prior to anyone purchasing fireworks. Such as they conduct hunter safety classes.

Let’s see you have two ADULTS who decided to launch firework devices from their respective body parts. The mixture of a lot of alcohol and explosives does not equal a positive outcome!

They need to have a little caricature, on each firework, with a firework device on their head with a line going through it (Danger, do not do this.). Also, add a line, “Launching fireworks from a body part may be detrimental to your health.”

Parents, Children need to realize this is NOT safe behavior!

Read the article: http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/texas-man-dies-shooting-firework-chest-article-1.2285091?utm_content=bufferc4d5d&utm_medium=social&utm_source=facebook.com&utm_campaign=NYDN+Facebook



So they caught the suspected mass killer, Dylan Storm Roof. Congratulations to law enforcement for catching this inadequate individual! This person obviously was taught to hate because we are not born with the trait. That’s enough about hate. We ALL know it exists.

What I want to talk about is this: Attention. The media outlets are already all over this horrible incident and have been before they knew the whole story; repeating the same thing over-and-over again. It’s what this inadequate individual craves. He even went so far as to leave a witness alive to tell the world; to make sure we know his crime was racially motivated. It NEVER ceases to amaze me that humans find it acceptable to kill other humans because they’re different, race, religion, gay, transgender, etc. The list goes on and on! We’re all human, right?

In the upcoming court case, there’s no doubt he will use it as a platform to spread additional hate and garner attention. Let’s not allow this to occur. They shouldn’t speak his name. They shouldn’t televise his trial. They shouldn’t post his photo. In a perfect world, this would occur, but we know it won’t.

Instead, let’s remember the innocent victims. The five-year-old child that was forced to “play dead” by her grandmother, so she would survive and by the grace of God, she did! Let’s pray for the victims who survived. Let’s pray for the families. It’s what’s important!

Thanks for listening.

An Idea

I Have Your Back

I’ve wanted to start a non-profit for years now. Sometimes the drive is strong; other times it’s not. However, it never goes away. You know what I mean. It’s always in the back of your mind. Someone once told me: “When an idea never leaves your mind; is always there somewhere. Maybe it’s God trying to tell you something.” Well, it’s time to do something!

I know nothing about starting a non-profit, but I can learn, so the research begins. Money seems to be the most important obstacle. Wish one of those billionaires out there would give me a couple of a hundred million dollars!

Guess I should share my idea with everyone. The non-profit would be called, “I Have Your Back.” It would be a series of buildings; one housing a child advocacy center similar to the one in Dallas, Texas; one would house an after-school tutoring center. One would house an area that loads backpacks every weekend for children who are experiencing food emergencies (Blessings in a Backpack). We all know by now that children who are hungry cannot properly learn.

Also included in the non-profit would be an area for recycling, animal rights, bullying, etc. I would have a wildlife education center (already have an idea for an area).

Lastly, a child safety center that; well, uses a “holistic” approach to safety. We’re not talking about the standard “stranger danger” teachings, but a more common sense approach that includes everything from personal to internet safety. I envision about five to six acres, which does not include the wildlife education center. I know it sounds crazy, but one can dream, right?

Thanks for listening. I feel better now that I’ve gotten it off my chest (lol).

When cops connect with their communities.


I had the pleasure, on the east coast, of working for a department that practiced Community Based Policing. I laugh when politicians come up with these programs/buzz words. Some departments have been doing this for years. They ONLY stopped when the same politicians (both parties, so don’t even try to place blame) decided to cut funding to fire/EMS/law enforcement and education. In reference to the latter; I hate when they play Russian roulette with our children’s lives.

You have citizens complaining of paying additional taxes; politicians cutting vital services, but protecting their interests (had to believe). The media is constantly inciting anything that will raise their ratings. When crime rates start to rise, the juggling of statistics begins. A recipe for disaster!

Fire/EMS/law enforcement departments should get to know their respective communities. I remember visiting fire stations and talking to police officers who were on their walking beats. Knowing the people in your communities, whether it be an affluent or low-income area, is vital to our society as a whole. Children and adults need to see their city/state/county employees have their backs. That not ALL law enforcement officers are disrespectful; not all politicians are out for their own interests, etc.

It’s amazing to see when you get out into communities that the MAJORITY of citizens are law-abiding and hard-working. They want the best for their families. The same as anyone else, anywhere! So don’t be so quick to listen to different media outlets. Do some research before taking any action.

Do I feel some things need to change in this country? Of course, I do! Let’s get out and vote. That’s the place to start, or should I say, get the ball rolling.