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In this book you are about to read, since I am a firm believer in honesty, I don't apologize for holding to values like truth, justice, goodness, righteousness, and purity, because they originate with...
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In this book you are about to read, since I am a firm believer in honesty, I don't apologize for holding to values like truth, justice, goodness, righteousness, and purity, because they originate with our unchanging God. Kindness is our most powerful fool. I'm so sorry it put my son in prison. He is the victim. It is the price he is paying for being a friend. Please stay with me while you read this book. I want to tell everyone that has the nerve to read this truth about my loving son. What they did to him and my family. I raised my six children after my husband died. I took of care of my mother until she passed. I have had to stand tall and not let the tears flow so fast I can't see. I am trying now, but it is rough. I had to stay strong because we owed for our home when Jim died, and I did not want to lose it. I know that there are people who wanted to help us with this case, but the judge would not let them talk. I thought in my young life I also had been through a lot, but nothing compares to this. My writing is tearstained from crying. It has taken me fifteen years to write this book. I have kept a copy of the News Journal of the trial days. I have tried to write every day to understand what and why this was done to my son and my family. I could feel my late husband near me. I knew they were against us. I counted on the blue bows to help me get through all the lies. Now there is one blue bow left hanging on my red tree. When we can beat the lies and get my son home for good, I will bury all the news articles and the blue bow at the base of that wonderful tree. I have counted on this book to tell the bad stuff. There is very little good stuff. I am now ninety-six years old. I must live long enough to tell the good people the truth. I pray every day that the injustice our country is going through will soon pass. And God will bless our country again. I thank God every day that Milton, my son, has the power to stand up under the unforgettable experience and feel the joy of an uplifted spirit and know he is loved.
