To read more about this kid go to this link;
Thank you so much,
That Lady down in Texas
Follow this link to the petition;
To read more about this kid go to this link;
Thank you so much,
That Lady down in Texas
Follow this link to the petition;
I found this comforting in light of the White House’s refusal to act on the petition I started to try and get some national attention for Xzavier’s campaign against Distracted driving.
Here’s the link to one story about a bet between the Hockey teams in the U.S. and Canada. The U.S. lost so the article says the U.S. has to keep the Bieb.
Justin Bieber tweeted to his followers that he would just continue to LOVE all the HATERS, (parents of the tweens who shelled out all the millions for Bieber memorabilia.)
LOL, I looked at that line, “It’s all about the LOVE.” tweeted from the Bieber and I added, “And the eggs, don’t forget the eggs, just in time for Easter.”
Justin gets to stay and Xzavier will be dying Easter eggs at home I suppose.
The latest article about the Canadian pop star can be found at this link;
A neighborhood in Atlanta is protesting his move to buy a mansion there. Good lord. If they want to fear a bad neighbor some of those freaks should come visit me. The chicken farmer next door is far more annoying than the Bieber. On the heels of the Bastrop fires where thousands of homes in Bastrop county were destroyed, the chicken farmer lit three unattended overnight fires next to my property on Martin Luther King Day of 2012.
I was visiting a friend overnight and returned at seven a.m. to the spectacle. Then the chicken farmer got a load of me and the fued ensued. If they think the Bieb is bad, they should see what I have to put up with. He’s the neighbor from Hell.
Justin, babe, if you can hear me, come to Austin. We will welcome you with open arms.
“It’s all about the Love, Baby”
What is hilarious is that nobody is any real danger from the Bieber. Unless you look like the Brazilian beauty or live in a rich neighborhood, he’s harmless. Come on in Justin, the water here is fine.
The link to our petition is now met with an expired notice because it failed to get a signature threshold of one hundred and fifty signatures.
If anyone has any ideas contact me. If anyone has questions about why the petition failed, contact me and I will tell you what most of the respondents told me.
This morning consisted of watching a doctor on ‘the View’ explain to us the intricacies of ADD. He is Jenny McCarthy’s doctor and his MRI of Jenny’s brain uncovered the diagnosis that Jenny suffers with ADD. Her son has been diagnosed with autism and several stories have been done on his condition. Jenny has recently had to battle false rumors that her son really doesn’t have autism, and Jenny responded that this rumor is ridiculous. Really, who would make something like that up about her own son if it wasn’t true?
ATTENTION DEFICIT DISORDER is a diagnosis that is increasing among Americans. It is a genetic disorder.
According to the statistics on ADD or Attention Deficit Disorder, these numbers are just increasing. Whereas a decade ago a teacher may find one or two of these kids in her classroom, nowadays a teacher may find seven or eight students in class struggling with the disorder.
I’m pretty sure all of these people struggling with ADD, can go through a driving course and receive their driver’s license. That just makes this work even harder, and why does it have to be my work? How the hell did I find myself here? It all started with the PSA featuring Valetta and her son Xzavier. I got involved and six months later I have made no difference in anyone’s life. Not in Valetta’s life, not in my family’s life, and not in your life. After hundreds of hours making these webpages and writing these articles that no one in my life has an interest to read these articles begging you to pay attention to the road and not your phone.
It would take a miracle for me to get a platform strong enough to compete with all of the little quick quips of ‘entertaining information’ to get anyone’s attention. We are all conditioned to expect things to move along and no one has the patience to slow it down and take inventory of how they are acting. That’s the attitude of our general population, add in the folks suffering with ADD and add to that a fancy gadget that does all the incredible things that these little phones do and somebody is going to get killed. Everyday. I might as well throw in the towel.
If you don’t believe me, try watching a Turner Classic film. They move so slowly. I myself cannot get through one of those all the way through. Those old movies just move along too slow. And yet we all suffer through about thirteen commercials per commercial break and this goes on because we have been conditioned to accept this treatment. Now that is ridiculous.
And it would be ridiculous of me to throw in the towel if just one person takes heed and looks at the message behind all these articles and that one person would understand that Xzavier survived for a reason and that is this work of asking all of ya’ll to stop it already with the distracted driving because distracted drivers are out there, you really cannot afford to take your eyes off the road for one Second.
Mothers Against Drunk Drivers changed the playscape of the eighties. Until they came along, nobody did much about drunk drivers who killed. Times haven’t changed all that much.
My research today has lead me down such an ugly spiral that a sick feeling is permeating throughout my being. Texting Victims are all alone. You will find a presence for Valetta Bradford on the internet and as far as I know she is the only one. I googled all kinds of key words to find others like her and other than a few articles written about each grisly crash there is nothing to find. Drivers who text are taking away loved ones leaving the survivors stunned and alone.
Once an anonymous parent sent over pictures of a son, a picture of the crash and the date and place of the crash and the only words that parent had to say about that was ‘Rest in Peace’. What words would ever bring this young man back? His story is at this link;
You may enjoy reading this article linked below about how prosecutors got jail time for Stephanie Kanoff of Wisconsin but not very much jail time, one year for murder, I mean vehicular homicide. She’s already out of jail. She was also sentenced to community service by talking about what she did but as far as I could tell none of her remarks have made it on the internet and that is pathetic because she committed her murder in 2010, served one year jail time, and the internet was well under way then. She should have used her time in jail to learn WordPress so she could carry out her sentence. Why is none of her community service available on line? Read this article to see how prosecutors caught her in the bold face lie she tried to use to cover up her murder;
And this is the best I could come up with and this is pretty pathetic on the whole of it. One comment in the article by prosecutors that truly made me sick was that their profession has a secret joke, “If you want to commit murder, use a car. You are sure to get away with it.” I don’t even feel bad about posting that on this website, because nobody reads this website so the public at large is safe. My articles do not get anyone’s attention. Nobody comments and the crickets are chirping away happily. No need to worry about me, I don’t own a car. Their secret is safe.
I can’t afford a car. See, I am a victim of a distracted driver. My special friend was going by the name of Amy Mansfield at the time. This was in the late eighties. She told the cops that she didn’t see that big red octagonal STOP sign at the corner of her employment at a church over on 8th Street where she was fleeing like a bat out of hell and she clipped the rear passenger end of my powder blue Bonneville and spun it around in a 180 degree turn that ended my carefree existence. Everyday since that day, I have had such pain with the four bulging discs in my neck that have disfigured me, clipped my wings, and I lost the job I had at the time and I never really reached my full potential in Corporate America because sometimes the pain is so bad, I can’t get out of bed.
Amy Mansfield never once offered to help me with my small children. Amy Mansfield’s attorney used my bi-racial marriage to persecute us. It was quite horrible. Immediately after I was desposed, my husband and I ran into the attorney that deposed us. We were in the Pharmaco store that is now an Academy store. I was pushing the cart and I turned the aisle corner and there she was. I was stunned. I wanted to lash out at her but instead I stood there with my mouth agape. My husband took me by the arm and we just left that store and we left her in peace. I do not believe in coincidence. I do not believe she was following us either. You should have seen the look on her face. It was clear to us that she was surprised to see us there. After the horrible things she said about us in our lawyers office and that stuffy old white attorney I had hired did nothing to stop her or shut her up at the deposition table. I later fired him and he fought me. He told me I couldn’t fire him. Then he tagged his fee to the next attorney, he still got paid and I didn’t know enough about the law then to stop him. I did not get paid, let me tell you that. My medical bills barely got paid and I walked away with $7K dollars. I still have that box of deposition papers covered with a thick layer of dust in my garage. I kept that box thinking that one day I would be strong enough to look at those depositions, but I have never been strong enough to take a peek at those depositions after over 25 years. I am better off forgetting about those papers and those lawyers, hers and mine, conspiring against me and Ray because back then, mixed couples were not generally accepted even though everyone, black or white, complimented us on our beautiful daughters. That was the weapon used against me, my marriage. My marriage was put on deposition. I still don’t know what this was all about, but I should change the name of that Lady down in Texas to that Crazy Lady down in Texas because just thinking about this again today makes me want to go out in the back forty and scream my fool head off. Lawyers make me crazy.
Today I hold a paralegal certificate and I completed several legal specialist courses of which I graduated with a 4.O GPA. I have been black balled from working in the legal field though because I turned on my attorney employer who was taking his 13 year old stepdaughter to the law office for nefarious purposes and when I exposed him, the other attorneys I worked for at that place turned on me instead of him. Paul Velte the Fourth was charged with 24 counts of aggravated sexual assault on a minor, his own stepdaugter and then after two years of watching this go through the courts a visiting judge acquitted each and every charge. You can find that story in the Angel page of this website. This all happened in 2009. Oh, I was so filled with hope that my second career would finally take off. Before that, I worked for AMD. There’s another worthless education I have under my belt. So, that’s a little about me.
And I come here and I write about what I find out and my expert opinion is that texting victims are quite alone. This is a large group of people because texting while driving does not just affect the victims of the crashes they cause, this affects the entire family of each victim and these family members are so wounded that they retreat into the shadows with their pain and try as you might, good luck finding one on the internet.
Except for Valetta Bradford. She stands alone. An army of one as a Spokeswoman against Distracted Driving with an emphasis on texting.
Here is a link to Valetta’s YouCaring.com page where you can donate on-line to get her down the road a little further;
Here it is the Fifth of January of 2014 and I am just now getting around to giving ya’ll my New Year’s resolution.
I resolve to keep making these websites for X. I got over 4K views last year and I started in the middle of July of 2013. After I had seen the PSA of Valetta and her paralyzed son Xzavier telling their story about how the girl who was texting ruined their lives, I snapped the television off right away. I never wanted to hear this one ever again. It was the absolute worst PSA I had ever seen. I had a reaction.
The next morning I woke up at 4 a.m. sobbing and I sobbed for hours in my room. I was a nurse aide in my youth, so I know exactly what Valetta’s life is like now. I can’t claim to know everything, but I know enough to know what kind of sentence has been handed down to this woman and her son. God this is so horrible and it happened because a woman was texting. This driver went through a stop sign and into the other lane and hit five year old Xzavier and because he had a metal scooter over his shoulder that provided him a little protection from the blunt force of the collision. The doctors say this saved his life. So X, they call him X, is in a wheelchair and on a respirator.
To add insult to injury some racist Americans are using the PSA to promote racism. I got on-line after my sob fest and tried to find their story on the internet and before I did I found the racist websites and I had trouble finding this family on the internet because of a mispelling of Xzavier’s name. So I started making these blogs and I work on this campaign because it is important. Because you are important. You, dear reader don’t ever want to be on any side of this epidemic, a person who kills or a person who is killed out there on our roads because of distracted drivers. It’s bad enough we have to watch out for drunks and dummies. Now we have arrogant bastards who think they can text and drive at the same time.
This family has reached out to us and shared what dreams Xzavier had of becoming a linebacker with the Green Bay Packers. Because of X, I have now become a fan of the Green Bay Packers. I will always root for them unless they are playing the Cowboys and even then I won’t be upset. I will be happy for X, because we still have him. And while we still have him, all of you who know of him should send over a few dollars to help them keep going. It is important.
I wish we can find sponsors for the campaign that Valetta started through the X-Man Foundation this year. This is a non-profit you guys, recognized by the federal government and donating to this campaign is a tax write off. Many people do not know how to give to non-profits and just take it off their taxes, not even feeling a pinch because it is a tax write off. I’ll be including instructions on how to do this later this month. I have to do some research to get this right, but it is worth the trouble if only one interested person comes along and becomes a contributor to any worth while cause. The reason that Valetta’s cause is so important is because she may be the one person people across the board pay attention to. I know personally in my own life, my kids do not like it when I harp on and on about turning those damn phones off when they are driving. They just ignore me. If they call me when I know they are driving I tell them I’m hanging up because they are driving and then I hang up on them.
They say, “Yeah, but I’m at the red light.”
“Jesus, give me a break.” I say back.
“Crotchedy old lady.” They say to themselves when the line goes dead.
And now the reason for my delay in this year’s New Years Resolution, we lost a brother on January 1, 2014. Rest in Peace Christian Cruz.
Christian used to live here in our hood in South Austin, Texas. He moved to Nicaragua years ago and I lost contact with him, but my daughter knew where he was. On the last day of the year Christian was riding his motorcycle without a helmet and a pole went through his head and his leg bone came out of his skin. He went into a coma and he died of his injuries on New Years Day.
I resolve to keep writing these blogs. It is important.