Showing posts with label freezing to death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label freezing to death. Show all posts

Sunday, January 3

I needed shelter from the freezing weather ~ My Name is Don



Re-blogged January 3, 2016  
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It was the first Monday, January-2010


Who is Herb Foxwell? 
I needed help to live through the night.
I needed shelter from the freezing weather and my car wasn't shelter.


He instructed Brar [a new friend]  to find a nearby motel and we all drove there.


Brar negotiated a price for a month and Herb Foxwell paid the motel with his credit card.


Herb hadn’t known me for more than an hour, but he knew that I would freeze to death in my car overnight. He made it very clear this was a situation needing charity.
Herb Foxwell was an extraordinary Man.
He lived all his working days  as an Air Force Head-Sargent


Don Wesley, is my name and welcome into my Blog- Diary.
I was commissioned by the Queen Elizabeth, when I was 19 [Circa 1953] 
I was promoted and became a very young Officer: In the Royal Canadian Signal Corp  ~ RCCS 




I'm the guy in the middle




1)  http://innjustice.blogspot.com/2011/01/herb-foxwell-picture.html


2)  http://innjustice.blogspot.com/2011/01/who-is-herb-foxwell.html


3)  More to come


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Thursday, December 31

Jodi Arias - Twisting tale of love - similar to the story of Don And Denise Wesley


March 2, 2013  -  by Don Wesley
I add this story, because
I see Jodi, as someone who was abused as a child and I hate what the abused personality has done, to Travis

This is also true of my Soul-Mate Denise, and what she has done to me.
However I love both Denise and Jodi for their innocent personality. Both have two separate personalities.
One personality is guilty but not both.

 
For over 4 years, I have learned and no longer have a
"prejudiced mind." about this important matter.

 I want people to become aware, that...

"Abuse, created the personality, which is out of
control of their emotions and reasoning"


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The following stories have many building-blocks
which are very similar to the story of Don And Denise Wesley;
Don is still alive  See - innjustice.blogspot.com

**   STORY   -   Jodi Arias Documentary-(In her own words) 48 Hours
***   STORY  -   Twisting tale of love : AZ women gets death penalty

 
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Key words:
Elder Abuse, physical, psychological and financial
Belief in God
Religion
Soul-mates
Marriage contracts
Delusion
Personality Disorders
Near Borderline Personality Disorder
Destruction, theft and the need to kill.
Loving sex
The emotion of kill and revenge.
Abuse transferred over generations.
Children, Grandchildren, Grandparents and Parents.
Divorce Justice
Crime Justice.
Injustice
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Tuesday, November 3

Cultural Marxism is our problem and we are in decline. (Don Wesley !933)

It will require us to believe what God and His Son have been commanding us to do.
 
 
Making what is good, even better for humanity. The INN of JUSTICE is a collection of personal reflections, essays, and conversations about life; which contributes to the knowledge of Good Families.
We need a paradigm shift; and a Change-agent Architect to build a new System of Social order.

Dyslexics
are the very best Architects.
 
I am a dyslexic man and was as a child.
Christ has sent me to you
 

 

Friday, September 18

A Letter between friends about ABUSE



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Dear Vic ------------ Brar is my sons age (not a senior) and he saved my life as you did mine (Ormstown.) He is truly a very remarkable human being who, suffers a tragic set of illnesses concurrently; diabetes and Bi-polar disorder. He is truly brilliant and fearless. I could not have survived sleeping in my car (in sub zero weather - Ottawa Jan 2010). He and Herb Foxwell saved my life; I was prepared to die by freezing to death in my car. I had made up my mind. No one else truly cared enough to help, not even my own sons and wife. Canada does not take care of all the homeless. Thanks a gigabuck, Don

Monday, July 6

When I met my wife to be, I noticed the cuts and the burns on her hands, and wondered a lot.

January 2, 2014.    www.google.com/+donwesley

She was 21 and I was 28. Denise and Me.
This was new to me. But I loved her. She was smart, but different and creative in certain ways. I just accepted her every being.

I'm 80+ now and I miss her and love her even more.  She gave me two boys.
I have watched the following quiet and yet oh-so loud and powerful video and I love this unknown young lady. Her Name is Cassie... |
I'm not with you two girls; so I send my
un-relenting Love, just after Christmas time,
Don Wesley 1933.




She, the beautiful young woman above, says
"If You Really Knew Me!"  


She, my lover, became Mrs. Denise Claire Wesley in the Year of 1964; in the month of April; on the 11th day.  It ended.... according the laws of relationships June 9, 2013. A so-called "Divorce." We were married under the Laws of God; and in accord with Our-Marriage-Contract; these two contracts have not been "Dissolved. "
January 3, 2014.

Denise, [God loves her] still suffers the injuries she endured as a child. She still injures herself now, thinking she is not good enough now.
Denise, my love, "You are an Angel!"

I also know you are a narcissist; you will throw me away when you find a more interesting toy, or boy.
But I'm an Angel too and you can never be better than me. The lesson to be learned, is that in the Eyes of God, we are Equal. Please stop throwing me away and dragging me back in. We are hurting our Family and that is not fair; it is Cruel!
Don't be shy, many women miss-treat their husbands in this manner of behaving. Please don't de-mean him while he is gone.
You Promised to Love me and obey me. Did you not?


Oh yes, I also know you were smart enough to survive as a child. You used different personalities in different situations. I want everyone to know you are The Angel, I said you were, from the beginning. Only children from an angel like you was good enough for me. I'm selfish; it is the choice I made to have you.




Sunday, August 17

"IN DEFENSE OF FATHERS, FAMILY, AND MANHOOD, Since 1971"


WARNING! This site is politically incorrect!
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Last modified: April 07, 2010
 
This section is written in full understanding that divorce often adversely affects both sexes, and that often both partners share blame for the death of marriage.

In almost every marriage there are many good times.  When the dreams and plans of a lifetime are cruelly, uncaringly wrenched from the realm of possibility, part of the person dies.  Although a marriage is buried, it is often buried alive.  One-sided love is a tragic thing.  Love is a great possession; its betrayal, a great catastrophe.  Sincere partners dedicate their entire lives to each other.  Greater commitment is hardly possible.  Repaying this gift with treachery is extremely cruel.  As the song goes, “A false-hearted lover is worse than a thief.”

Loss of motivation accompanies the loss of love; and people are just no good without motivation, the sparkplug of life.  Life becomes meaningless.  The loss, the pain corrodes the spirit and paralyzes the will.  Lack of a nice family to come home to has induced many a man to wallow in self-pity.  The shock of aborted love is difficult to measure, and to predict its results is impossible.  Serene acceptance, if it can be achieved, can be a blessing.  But a loved one's defection can't be simply shrugged off by anyone who was really in love.

Divorce is a world of broken promises, shattered hopes, wounded egos and empty lives.  Divorce orphans are pitiful, but adult males arguably are primary, more direct casualties, financially and emotionally.  It has been this author’s impression that most of the books for both men and children on how to live with a divorce are largely psychobabble written by muddle-heads who would expect a lobster to be content with being boiled alive.

There seems to be a similarity between the price of procreation in human males and males of some lower species.  The Praying Mantis and Black Widow spider discard the male after he has served his fertilization purpose – or kill him.  This trait is not unknown in humanoids, figuratively speaking.  His children are a man’s raison d’ être.  Loss and probable estrangement of them are among the greatest injustices that can be visited upon a human being.

Extreme heartbreak can lead to “the death of a thousand cuts.”  According to Dr. John C. Cassel, department head at the University of North Carolina's School of Public Health, divorced men have a death rate three to five times higher than married men of the same age.  Many good men have died of broken hearts, homeless on Skid Row.  The death of John Fornica, while I worked at Charlie Metz’s A$DM, is a case in point.  The DuPage County, Illinois, domestic court bears a great responsibility for it.  This anti-male redoubt refused, except in token gestures, to enforce visitation provisions of his divorce decree.  The daughter he loved too much became so brainwashed as a result that she screamed her hatred at this gentle man.  He died of a broken heart, too young, removing items from the room she had occupied in happier days.

Men without families who manage to survive are highly prone to various illnesses.  They tend to suffer severe and chronic physical and emotional illnesses.  According to a Danish study, divorced men contract tuberculosis more often than married men, ten times more often than married country-dwelling men, and five times more often than married city-dwelling men.

It has been said that divorced men are “road kill” on the highway of life.  A grim scene is widespread behind rooming house walls: a cubicle furnished in early Salvation Army, an unmade bed, a bare bulb, a soup pan on the burner, a lonely man choking down meals of crackers and cheese, and a john down the hall.  It’s dreary.  Many of us are only an accident-of-chance away from such an ignominious end.

When they are not forlornly moving from place to place, the bitter, defeated flotsam and jetsam crowd jails and homeless shelters.  Liquor lounges reap a windfall from both divorced men and women, but the latter are seldom there to cry in their beer.  Sad ex-husbands are holding down bar stools all across the country, indeed the world.  Various forms of drugs become their hemlock, gradually dulling, existence.  I’ve been there, feeling as if flung into the pit of The Creator’s outhouse during an Almighty bout with diarrhea (OK, maybe I jumped in).

In interviewing the habitants of skid row this writer found that most are divorce casualties.  The shroud of despair was every where apparent.  One could cut it with a knife.  Despite appearances, some of these so-called bums are intelligent and philosophical.  Interviewing them was enlightening, in a depressing way.  You don’t just doubt The Creator – you can hate Him.

Fearful that stress was beginning to affect my ability to control air traffic, I resigned from the Federal Aviation Agency in December 1966.  Though I returned many years later, it was a financially costly sacrifice.
 

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Saturday, April 30

April 2011 - - seems like a living hell







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I was married April 11. 1963.
I was Born on the 17th. 1933.
I Watched the Royal Wedding on the 29th.
I Watched our federal election campaign.
I am in my 79th year of living on this planet.
I am more aware of evil than ever before in my life.
Life is appearing to me as a living hell.
What I worked for and saved has been stolen from me.
It is also called Elder Abuse, a crime.
And my rights have been ignored by the courts.
Instead of living in the home I bought and paid for, in 1969, I am homeless.
I am homeless because of evil doings by those close to me.
It is difficult to admit that those close to me are without conscience and have no remorse for their evil doings.
Climate change is violent.
Homelessness is Hell.
My family is nowhere to be seen.