Category: Life And My Pursuit Of Happiness

The Invisible Fight…Pt.9

Original Post: June19, 2017

We left our apartment a few days before the end of the month in Feb. 2017. I had allowed my step daughter and her ‘bf' live with us in the tiny apartment. She had always been a rebel of sorts , randomly moving from city to city and home to home. Always leaving a trail of bad relations and hostile feuds. But i had known her since she was small. She needed me. So i was there for her.

Ironically, she is 1 of the daughters of my ex, who wont let me see my son. But i have been a helper of sorts. At least more and more lately for some reason. I attribute it to my new career online but really, who knows.

I had told her all month long that she had to have a plan for where and what she was doing come month's end. I couldn't take her with me because i had no money. None. I could barely get through a day. She chose to do nothing, despite watching us pack up the house and slowly take items out of the house and into my awaiting enclosed trailer parked out back.

I didn't understand what it was that she didn't get. But she wasn't listening to me and i knew there would be consequences. For both of us.

Against my better judgement , i gave her a set of keys so her and her bf could stay inside the now empty apartment. 1 day passed before a friend informed me that she was selling my belongings through a social media platform! Writing an ad, and posting prices for things we still needed to come back for! Unreal!

This is the thanks i get for allowing her bf in, whom i didn't want in my house , for giving her money and rides and tried to instill a sense of worth for herself ,and this is what i got in payment of being there for her! And to boot ,as a extra added bonus her boyfriend somehow, in his demented way of thinking, found it justified to harass me and hound me and threaten my life and my friend's life for ‘leaving them there'.  WHAT?? I told you we were leaving at month's end!

What? You couldn't tell by the constant sounds of unrolling scotch packing tape and the tiny mountains of tightly stuffed boxes scattered about the house! But he wasn't listening to reason. Only language he speaks is ‘inner city thug and low-life' dialect.

Blames me and my friend for taking care of him and her, feeding him and her, and listening to their never ending fighting over such senseless issues that i didn't know if i should laugh,cry or be upset. And this same guy still to date owes $200.00 because i helped him out when i didn't have to. These threats lasted a total of 11 days and then they stopped.

But the damage was done and things were scattered,unknown and 6 weeks later we still didn't have a permanent address and no closer to finding my path to success in my online business.

Many times i would find a Tim Horton's and login to use their free WIFI just so i could sit in on a free information telecast called a ‘webinar'.  I'd take out all my ‘bibles' and work my system just a bit longer until i was forced to leave or the business closed.  But when your pressed for time and resources, and if you want something bad enough, you'd be amazed just you'll do and how far your willing to go to get it!

I didn't have limits for most of my life. And if i did, they were usually manageable to say the least. But they came at a cost on the downside. Always did,always will. People didn't trust me. My credit was shot. All my doors were closed. Now i was starting to reopen them and give something back to other and especially those who have been there for me.

But just to make sure i was on the up & up, fate would deal me a barrage of circumstances at the most pivotal time in my life, and it would set up the fight of all fights!

For the 1st time in 21 years i was completely done all my court dealings. NO warrants. NO more court appearances. NO more charges. YES!!! YES!!!

And like fate itself didn't like the fact that i was content, he felt i was still undeserving and with 1 swift blow…..i opened the mailbox to see a large brown envelope.

This is how it read…….


The Invisible Fight…Pt.8

Original Post: June 15, 2017

‘In order to achieve something you've never had, you

must first do things you've never done'

With the new baby born and the winter's first snowfall upon us ,we prepared and urgently make preparations to take baby home and figure life out after. That was the most important task at hand.

As i sat in our room at Ronald Mcdonald House , i remember going through brochures on getting the home ready for when baby goes home. We had secured an apartment 2 blocks from the hospital and things felt like they were coming around. I had my complete desktop in a plastic tote that took up a majority of space in my truck and it was also set up in the room at R.M.H. Nevertheless a normal life was starting to take shape.

My friend had left early that day as she always had to visit and be with her baby at the hospital. But today she was unusually late. She wasn't answering her phone and i felt something was wrong.

You see my friend's parents, who had come down to visit earlier in the year, were not your typical parents. And a far cry from my loving ,understanding and compassionate parents. Her's were controlling and manipulative and preconceiving nightmare of a duo that would ultimately do the unthinkable.

As she walked in the door i could tell something was very wrong and it would come to affect everything. In a malicious and intentional act of destroying a mother's will to live, they called family and social services on their own daughter, and told them bold faced lies, in order to take her baby away. And that's what took place.

My friend was bombarded by not 1 or 2 but 3 people pointing fingers and placing blame and before she knew what was going on her newborn baby would now be going home with someone else. On the court ordered plight of family and social services,on the basis that her and i would be incapable of ensuring the babies safety. Based on the false testimony of my friend's evil parents on the west coast and over 1800 kms away.

Does that seem right to you? Does that seem ‘just'? Fair? This is how that system runs. Anyone with a vengeful will and twisted tongue can call this government agency and tell bold faced lies and they act on it and alter the course of innocent people's lives. The pain that we have felt during this ordeal has been monumental to say the least and I still managed to piece together my online business.

So with heavy hearts and freezing weather we moved into our apartment. Moving all the baby furniture and new born outfits into a storage bin. I think that part was the hardest. It felt so surreal that i think i was numb and time stood still for the next 3 months.

The battles endured at that apartment ranged from people selling our belongings when we weren't home to people we had helped get on their feet threaten our lives because we couldn't afford to take care of them for free anymore. My desktop crashed so bad it took 3 days to reboot. It just wasn't designed to facilitate the work i was putting into it.

December 1,2016 to January 1,2017     Second Christmas in a row without seeing my son. Not even a phone call.  Revenue generated from my online business: $0.00USD. By far the worst month to have a worst month. But without money to invest into my business it would go dark within a month. I had to change something up. Both in my business and in my life. A radical change would need to occur if anything were to change.

So, that's what i did. In flurry of thoughts and preparations i made the choice to omit every negative person, thought and act out of my life and never look back. And that's what i did.

Overnight we went from not knowing what to do , to packing the house and leaving all the ‘bad' behind. Looking back i don't know what i was thinking but it somehow worked.

But it too would come at a cost. So we headed north, not knowing where we were going or how we would start over. We had 143 km to figure it out. The trials of perseverance and life would test us both in the weeks to come. And it all started here.


The Daughter Stabbed Twice….By Her Own Mother!

Original Post: June 12, 2017

An unexpected change of plans has just occurred to my friend that will surely bring emotions front and center. You see , my friend whom i have spent an immense amount of time with was currently in the process of being reunited with her baby.  He was taken from her in November of 2016 3 days after he was born. I had just touched on that in “The Invisible Fight….pt.7” and was not expecting to get to this point at this time.

Her world has just been turned upside down.  Her parents, who started and are responsible for her baby being taken away in the first place, have now gone ahead and done the unthinkable. One day before they are to be interviewed by agencies in British Columbia, they have decided to NOT go ahead and claim their blood grandson , and reunite mother and son, as to save themselves from what would surely be uncovered during the interview process tomorrow.

Can you believe such evil exists? How can it?

In essence this is what is now happening. Oct.2016 my friend is kicked out of her parents home,8.5 months pregnant,because I would NOT stay at their home where they could control ‘the situation'.  As it is my god dam right to decide and it was MY vacation, I chose to stay in a hotel. Like any other human being would do on their vacation.

Nov.4,2016 I fly to Vancouver Island to pick my friend up and drive her and her belongings to Alberta. Which seemed something loving parents would indeed be concerned about. Find out the next day,from her father,that the real reason was to just get her off the island and be rid of her! And land responsibility straight onto me in the process.

Nov.19,2016 Baby James is born in Red Deer,AB and 3 days later he is stolen from his mother by social services representatives under false testament by my friend's parents.

Feb.20,2017 My friend's mother resurfaces and pleads for forgiveness citing she acted ‘in malice and wanted her daughter to hurt by having her baby taken away' . Message 1 saved.

For at that point i knew we would be needing that piece of condemning data. She goes on saying she wants to help her daughter by putting in an application to have baby released to her mother and begin integration of mother and son. My friend smiles and is visibly happy for the first time in months.

June.11,2017 1 day before my friend's parents interview to finalize the last step before baby James comes home, they jump ship and tell my friend via email that she needs to prepare herself to ‘let her baby go!'

If this post makes your stomach turn and heart race then it should. Who does that? And Why would parents trying to make up for causing their daughter so much grief and pain, do it all over again just to opt out when so close to the end?

This is NOT over.

Please comment on this post as we need strong opinions,comment,emotions. Anything you want to leave. Ill be updating this post as information comes in.

And i haven't even touched on what and how this has come to complicate my life ,at the exact same time as i fight for my son in “The Invisible Fight”.

What is happening to the world? I never knew such evil even existed. At least not this close to home.

RL

 


Inflicting Pain To Intentionally Hurt Us

Original Post: June 15, 2017

With the new baby born and the winter's first snowfall upon us ,we prepared and urgently make preparations to take baby home and figure life out after. That was the most important task at hand.

As i sat in our room at Ronald McDonald House , I remember going through brochures on getting the home ready for when baby goes home. We had secured an apartment 2 blocks from the hospital and things felt like they were coming around. I had my complete desktop in a plastic tote that took up a majority of space in my truck and it was also set up in the room at R.M.H. Nevertheless a normal life was starting to take shape.

My friend had left early that day as she always had to visit and be with her baby at the hospital. But today she was unusually late. She wasn't answering her phone and I felt something was wrong.

You see my friend's parents, who had come down to visit earlier in the year, were not your typical parents. And a far cry from my loving ,understanding and compassionate parents. Her's were controlling and manipulative and preconceiving nightmare of a duo that would ultimately do the unthinkable.

As she walked in the door i could tell something was very wrong and it would come to affect everything. In a malicious and intentional act of destroying a mother's will to live, they called family and social services on their own daughter, and told them bold faced lies, in order to take her baby away. And that's what took place. My friend was bombarded by not 1 or 2 but 3 people pointing fingers and placing blame and before she knew what was going on ,her newborn baby would now be going home with someone else. On the court ordered plight of family and social services,on the basis that her and i would be incapable of ensuring the babies safety. Based on the false testimony of my friend's evil parents on the west coast.

Does that seem right to you? Does that seem ‘just'? Fair? This is how that system runs. Anyone with a vengeful will and twisted tongue can call this government agency and tell bold faced lies and they act on it and alter the course of innocent people's lives. The pain that we have felt during this ordeal has been monumental to say the least and i still managed to piece together my online business.

So with heavy hearts and freezing weather we moved into our apartment. Moving all the baby furniture and new born outfits into a storage bin. I think that part was the hardest. It felt so surreal that i think i was numb and time stood still for the next 3 months.

The battles endured at that apartment ranged from people selling our belongings when we weren't home to people we had helped get on their feet threaten our lives because we couldn't afford to take care of them for free anymore. My desktop crashed so bad it took 3 days to reboot. It just wasn't designed to facilitate the work i was putting into it.

December 1,2016 to January 1,2017     Second Christmas in a row without seeing my son. Not even a phone call.  Revenue generated from my online business: $0.00 U.S.D. By far the worst month to have a worst month. But without money to invest into my business it would go dark within a month. I had to change something up. Both in my business and in my life. A radical change would need to occur if anything were to change.

So, that's what i did. In flurry of thoughts and preparations i made the choice to omit every negative person, thought and act out of my life and never look back. And that's what i did.

Overnight we went from not knowing what to do , to packing the house and leaving all the ‘bad' behind. Looking back i don't know what i was thinking but it somehow worked.

But it too would come at a cost. So we headed north, not knowing where we were going or how we would start over. We had 143 km to figure it out. The trials of perseverance and life would test us both in the weeks to come. And it all started here.


The Invisible Fight…Pt.7

Original Post: June 11, 2017

October 18,2016 started just like any other day. Eager to see what my online business had produced i quickly login and check all my emails. You see when you first get into this industry you are told to get 4 different email accounts. Or at least i was told that. And actually there's a reason for that. As you begin your journey in I.M. there will be opportunity everywhere coming at you from all sides. Everything from the latest shiny object to the newest crypto-currency investment op.

. At the height of my scattered business i received over 500 emails a day. At first i was overcome with joy opening so many emails. Was like Christmas morning… every morning. But then again i would waste 4-5 hours just opening email everyday instead of being productive.  So that quickly wore off ,but on that morning one stood out from the crowd. It read “You made a sale!” and there was more than 1.

As i clicked and read just how much i had made my heart raced! But this time it was a good race. A very welcomed heart racing beat. I had made $10,200.00 over-night. YAHOO!!! F@$##*&* YES!!!! Who would have thought it was possible. How a guy who just a few months before only used a computer to play games and look at adult material was now in an industry where it was possible to make more in 1 night than most people make in a month,sometimes even a cpl months. I can start to see a bit of light at the end of the tunnel. But a-lot more work would need to be done and a little more blood spilled to be where i wanted to be. Where i needed to be. To set things right. To ensure i get to see my son.

Able to catch up on my bills I came to realize that all my years of reckless spending and non consequential lifestyle has come at a cost. My credit rating was horrible. Like embarrassingly horrible. As well my many stints with the law has disabled my ability to cross the border into the U.S.A. Where a majority of the biggest and best events are held and where i won't get to go for a few years yet. Would these 2 factors be the reasons that would halt my new found addiction and budding business venture ? I don't think so! I'll claw and fight and find a way to succeed. I'll die here if i have to. And for the first time in a long time ,i'm being productive and building my online business and another perk comes with it seemingly for free.

My mind now has been busy with ideas and problem solving, copy-writing, finances, computer jargon and funding woes. But that's ok. Why? Because without me even noticing, it has been nearly 50 days since i used. WHAT!!!

 

 

Without me even noticing or craving, my addiction that has plagued my life and cost me many dear friends and quite a bit of pride and money for the better part of 20 years, has subsided and as some might say ‘gone away'. I know 50 days isn't much but if you knew me and saw where i was and how i was living, 50 days is a very long time. Considering i had some every single day and up till the day i became involved in this industry. But would it stay away for good? Time will tell. Until then i'll just keep my nose to grind and push forward. Baby steps.

Nov.19,2016. My friend, who I built the bond with goes into labour. 10 hours after we did an all day move in Edmonton stuffing 3 households worth of lamps,beds,nick-knacks and toiletries into my white trailer. In one day my daughter,my friend and myself had moved my daughter from the east side into the downtown core. Then driven my severely over-weight trailer down highway 2 in a snow storm. Dropped the trailer at a friend farm just outside of town and checked into a gasoline alley motel.

“Wake up!”, “Robin! Wake the F*$##@ UP!”. It was time to go to the hospital. My Friend was in Labor! Less than 6 hours after we checked in. She was pretty calm if i recall correctly. I was still half asleep. So we get her in admitting and i sit with her for a bit and then remember thinking. If that was me, i'd be scared and sad that nobody was with me. For her parents had disowned her because she wanted to make her own decisions for herself. Her parents are not nice or realistic people. And they kicked her out of their house, out of their lives ,when she was 8 and a half months pregnant.

Who does that? Regardless, I unknowingly assumed care for her because i was her only means to exist here. I was all she knew. I was her family now.

Baby born and now the daunting task of finances and where are we going to live comes into play. But after a few days in N.I.C.U and a not yet plan taking shape, we would receive news that would change us both and push the very limits of heart ache and pain and the human condition. Emotions would be compromised and there would be more losses ahead. Much more loss.


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