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Two Sides to Every Face!

Posted August 8th, 2010 @ 10:08pm

Welcome back readers...this week I am going to share with you how all of our lives are connected. Each of us have our own trials and tribulations in life, but what we learn from these life experiences is what we are called to share with others, so their pain and suffering lessons and brings them hope and healing, which then becomes a shared experience for all of us. We are healing together as one.

In this life we are all too familiar with "Light and Dark" which most of us know as the difference between Christ and Satin. Just like love and hate. Just like selflessness and selfishness. Which of these are you? The big question is not, What you are doing in your life, but why are you doing it? What are your motives in life? Do you use the words 'I and Me' a lot? Do you look at a recent family photo and look for yourself first and foremost in the photo before you look at others in the photo? Are you consumed with your image or how others see you? When others reach out to you and ask you for help do you quietly ask yourself 'What's in it for me?' Do you gracefully extend your hand to others without expecting something in return? Do you pretend to love others for your own selfish reasons?

Selfishness is the disease that will not save your life, but destroy you. If you are a seeker of your own life, you will lose it because the selfishness, the disease, will strike and you will not have a fulfilling life of Love. You need to get it right in your heart. Do the right thing even if it's for the wrong reasons. You need to develop the right motives. You need to seek a new heart, a new spirit, new motives that put you second and others first.

If Christ is Love and Satin is Selfishness, then you need to starve the fierce animal in you. You need to change your heart. It all begins with change, a change in your mindset. A change in your attitude. But without biting off more than you can chew, let's just take one step at a time so you do not become overwhelmed.

Trust me, this is contagious. I have been practicing change my entire life, even before I ever realized I was actually doing it. And even when I felt exhausted or I was full of rage or maybe I didn't feel anything at all, these are moments all of us experience. These are moments when we feel we "can't go on". It is then we need to figure out how we are going to get up, dust ourselves off and find the grace to keep going. All of us need love and support from mankind. We also need help from Christ. I learned in my own life that without Christ I could not have overcome such horrific life tragedies that I did if God were not with me, to see me through every dark moment.

It wasn't until I started to learn how to change my own thoughts, my thinking, my mindset that I really started to fully heal. And until I was able to change my mindset, my "Think / Feel / Do" daily program I would remain with a two sided face. One side of my face was "Light" and the other side of my face was "Dark". It was through discovering the power within that I became unstoppable. It was through forgiveness that I became irresistible. It was through perseverance that I became the deliberate creator of my life. It wasn't until I realized that I had the choice to change my motives that my heart would then change too.

Every trial, every dark moment in my life, as much as I do not care to bring these life experiences to the surface again, have taught me so much about life, about the power within, the gift of forgiveness and the internal perseverance just waiting for us to grab a hold of in order to transition our lives. And, it is with these life experiences, my foundation, that I have been called to be the teacher to others on the platform.

Blessings until next week!

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Breaking all the Rules - The Time is NOW!

Posted August 1st, 2010 @ 08:08pm

"For Whatever is hidden is meant to be disclosed, and whatever is concealed is meant to be brought out into the open." --Mark 4:11, 21-22

Hear me Roar! Old family ways, old family secrets are a thing of the past...time to change the world. People may not want to hear what I have to say, but too bad because I am not going anywhere, as I am the powerhouse voice - my trademark has been in place for years - One Survivor's Voice for Millions of Silent Victims!

I am breaking society's mold of keeping things brushed under the rug or turning the cheek when yet another victim comes across the nightly news. Child Abuse is a Crime and it Needs to Stop! The Time is NOW! The 21st Century - This is it! I am done walking softly with this subject.

By no fault of their own, mankind has been trained or taught for generations to keep this subject hidden, keep it quiet at all cost of saving the family name, the family reputation and community humiliation. The denial of this horrific crime has many faces in the mirror, and the faces are ugly and painful for every victim who suffers years following this sick act of torturing God's gift, our children, while hiding from the rest of the world. Most cases go on for years before authorities or the media call attention to what appears to be "abnormal treatment" of a child. How does this crime slip through our fingers to only be revealed and exposed in the local news or on 60 Minutes or 20/20 interviews...which by then it's too late. By this point of media exposure, the damage is done and scars remain for the millions of the silent victims, while their perpetrator/s more times than not walk away without consequences.

Someone must come forward and step up on the largest platform imaginable and be the voice of the victim! That person is me! The following article you are about to read, as graphic as it is, shows the world a child's pain and suffering, but also shows TRIUMPH in it's greatest form. This article also shows mankind that we all have the power to change our lives, to find the power within to survive. This article is NOT for the "faint of heart," but gives you insight into how I turned my life around, and if you let me, I can help you turn your life around as well.

This is not all about me...Yes, I have been dealt this story, but if it wasn't for this story, I wouldn't have anything to say on the platform and you wouldn't be listening. God brought me through this story to get you to listen to me and learn the "truth" of this tragic crime! He wants your attention and he's asking for your help! I am just the vessel.

The below article was written by an accredited Angel, who by her own rite believes in me and my mission in this lifetime. She is moving mountains for me that I could not move alone. Thank you dear Adrienne and may God continue to bless us and keep the both of us in the palm of his hand!

by Adrienne Papp

The Debra Luptak Story: The Worst Child Abuse Case in Recorded History

We've all heard fantasy stories, or true events that are either too good to be true, rags to riches tales, or so full of suffering and unspeakable human misery that we have a hard time comprehending its reality. No wonder that some of the biggest blockbusters made in Hollywood come out of true stories of ordinary people doing the impossible, exemplifying the good in us and not the all-too-common tragically wasted potential and literal loss of life when it comes to horrific circumstances like those of Debra Luptak's.

The unbelievable true story of Debra incorporates not only the impossible, but also the exceptional and unprecedented.  It's a story that begins in the deepest hell and most barbarian of conditions ever seen by the mortal eye, and yet transitions into a tale of triumph over impossible odds, redemption and a shared hope for the human existence.

Debra's story is not an easy one to tell, some of the details are not only disturbing, but also painfully unnerving. Yet, the chilling perplexities while astonishing, also serve as a sad illustration and soul-penetrating lesson of what an individual "Homo sapien" is capable of by revealing both the darkest and most uncivilized characteristics, as well as the triumphant resourcefulness of the human spirit.

The nightmare began at birth. When Debra Luptak was born she was dubbed "The Devil's Daughter," as her paranoid schizophrenic mother bizarrely identified her as a child from the Devil in a family where she desperately wanted only male children.  Sexually abused herself as a child, Debra's mother began to abuse her daughter at birth, putting her crib in a confining closet at the back of the house.  She was convinced that her newborn daughter was trying to destroy her marriage and would end up having sex with her husband.

When she was three weeks old a mosquito from the nearby swamps got through a hole in Debra's closet and bit her, causing encephalitis, a high fever, convulsions and eventually a coma. Debra had to have her spine drained and spent weeks recovering in a hospital.  All along her Mother insisted that she had been "born crazy."  At six weeks, Debra had to be rushed to the hospital when she stopped breathing and turned blue from lack of oxygen.  Her Mother claimed that "Debra tried to kill herself" by stuffing her blanket down her throat (as if a six week old were able to do that) not admitting to paramedics that she had tried suffocating her daughter until she was near death.

Debra, being the oldest daughter, took the full brunt of her Mother's abuse, although younger sister Danielle was also   badly mistreated when she was born. They were both routinely subjected to vindictive deprivation and homicidal rage, yet Debra was her Mother's main target. In the young family living near St. Louis, MO, which also included two boys, but only the girls were subject to the terror and dread dealt to them by their mentally disturbed Mother. "My Mother wanted nothing to do with me or my sister Danielle, who was born eleven months after I was born in 1962," Debra says. "Both of us were kept in separate cramped closets as infants and toddlers, and when we moved to our second home we were kept in a damp, musty, unfinished basement with just a mattress. The meager food we received was placed on the stairs, as if we were sub-humans or pets. Neither of us ever had any potty training and we would go for days without having our diapers changed and we both had terrible rashes and sores from our soggy diapers."

Those sores caused Debra to scratch herself continuously, and when her mother discovered it, she became convinced that her daughter was touching herself sexually and was "queer."  Her delusional thinking led her to devise homemade straightjacket that she made Debra wear to control her "evil" habits.  "The straightjacket made sure that I couldn't move, and I was continually strapped into this restraint with one of my legs placed over the other," Debra says.  "That was how I learned to walk, in this straightjacket, with one leg over the other, hobbling in a contorted position, trying to move myself forward."

The straightjacket also had long term physical implications.  "One of my legs grew to be deformed since I had it continually strapped over the other one," Debra says.  "It took six months of physical therapy in a hospital to reduce the effect of that deformation."

Debra's mother also forced Debra to sit with strapped arms and legs to a potty chair for hours, and tried to get her to urinate by forcing a syringe up her vagina.  For years Debra learned to hold her urine and bowel movements, but eventually she would make a mess in her panties, which caused her mother to smear her face with feces and then dry it with an electric fan, a humiliation that she found humorous.  "And later when Danielle and I were together in the damp basement in our second home, she would  stand us over a drain and hose us down with icy water in that cold basement in the dead of winter," Debra remembers.

Mother just wasn't cut out for housework either, and didn't think it necessary to attend to cleaning and housework.  "She never washed dishes.  There were pots of food molding in the kitchen and in the refrigerator," Debra says.

It was a terrifying existence for a child.  Every day was simply something to endure, a test of survival.  Eventually young Debra thought her father might come to her rescue and become her savior, but he was a slight man and powerless to deal with the destructive behavior his domineering 5-foot 9-inch, 250-pound wife exhibited toward his daughters.

Things worsened when Debra's Mother would fight with her father, Larry, whose concerns for the girls would cause her to increase their abuse. Shouting and arguments could continue for hours, as she verbally abused the girls' father.  When police arrived they would arrest the Father, and he would spend a night in jail.

The daily torture continued in many ways.  Physical abuse was commonplace, and included cigarette burns and the use of pharmaceutical drugs (such as Valium) to keep Debra quiet, beginning at an early age.  "I was fed an assortment of adult pills to keep me sedated and immobile beginning when I was about two years old. Mother had convinced a doctor that she needed a prescription for stress and anxiety, and she used whatever drugs she could get to keep me in a stupor," Debra says.

Within days of being force fed adult sedatives, Debra fell into a coma, losing sensory perceptions.  Her Father found her on the floor of her closet reeking of urine and feces in a comatose state. She was rushed to Children's Hospital in St. Louis, where she spent several weeks recovering from her Mother-inflicted drug overdose.

The overdose was reported to social services, which finally stepped in and took serious action against the family, telling them that Debra would be placed in a home in southern Missouri for a year until the family decided whether or not they wanted her or could take care of her.

Debra eventually was returned to her family after her one year stay at a foster home. A number of relatives gathered at the family home to welcome her, and were impressed with how nicely her hair had grown out during her time away.  Angered by the attention her daughter was getting, Debra's mother took the scissors to her hair the next day, chopping off the offensive object of admiration.

For the first formative years of her young life, Debra Luptak was routinely brutalized, physically and emotionally on a daily basis. She was physically malnourished and beaten, emotionally and cognitively stunted, and completely without any nurturing or schooling.  She was caged both physically in a closet and later in a basement, and mentally with pharmaceutical drugs and strong adult sedatives, but through it all she learned to survive.

"Many days I heard a tiny voice inside me say that things would be all right, the voice telling me that 'It's not you," Debra recalls.  "If it hadn't been for that I don't know if I could have survived the daily torment. Something deep inside me told me that there was something better for me and that I would survive my mother's hatred for me.  I somehow knew that my mother could beat me, could physically and emotionally torment me, but she would NEVER take away my will to survive or destroy me." Despite the reassuring voice, Debra's life was always about "hanging on just one more day."

In 1967, after her parents divorced, Debra's mother packed up the kids and moved to Arizona to live with a man who owned a ramshackle 10-acre ranch out in the middle of the Palo Verde desert, about fifty miles west of Phoenix. "He was an ex-military man who had a twisted sense of discipline, and was an ideal partner in crime for the demented behavior of my mother," Debra says.  "He built a form of animal pen for us out there, and we had to surrender our shoes so that we couldn't run away on the scalding hot desert sand.  Years later I went back to the site of the ranch and found a pair of my shoes there.  I keep them on my desk now as the only keepsake as a little girl, and what I had to survive back then."

Life at the ranch in Arizona also included other forms of abuse for the young daughters, including forcing them by cattle prod to scrub the bathtub in the trailer, constrain them to eat horse manure and dog food while the boys ate Oreo cookies and making them walk on hot galvanized metal in the 110-degree desert heat without shoes as a daily punishment. The girls, Debra and Danielle, were never allowed to stay in the trailer, and in many cases the boys were forced to torment their sisters as well.  "My Mother thought it would be fitting if we were branded, and encouraged my brother Matthew to use a hot fork to make brand marks on us, Debra says.

Other forms of abuse at the ranch included burning the girls with cigarettes, Mother wrapping her finger around her daughters' hair and yanking chunks of it out, and pouring hot pepper spice or paprika on the girls' private parts in her delusional mind's attempt to destroy her daughter's female parts.

It's almost impossible to believe this kind of torture was routinely inflicted on young innocent children, three young girls trying to survive a life that seemingly couldn't get any worse.  But Mother Jayne and stepfather Harold continued to find new ways to enhance the misery.  It was years later that Harold decided to sexually molest the youngest sister Doreen.

Debra and Danielle became desperate to find ways to escape the compound, and they were finally able to run away. The police became involved, and the girls' rebelliousness eventually got to be too much for the mother and step-father who got "tired of the runaway girls" and, before Debra's 6th birthday (an occasion the family never celebrated), she and Danielle were dumped at a social service center to begin new lives in a series of foster homes. Strangely enough, Debra's Mother was never arrested for her brutality towards her daughters for the simple reason that no one ever pressed charges.

"I had no frame of reference for what a normal family life was," Debra says, "but I didn't think things could get any worse.  The odd thing was I really didn't want to go.  I didn't want to leave my siblings."

Their first placement at a foster home happened to be with a family who were nudists.  The second foster family had an 18-year old son who raped Debra at the age of six.  There were a series of other homes for the girls, and eventually Debra went to a family on her own, and separated from Danielle, which was yet another pivotal turn in her life.

Each foster home was far from ideal.  When Debra was nine she moved to the home of an older couple in Minnesota who wanted a daughter to replace their daughter who had been killed in a car accident.  "That was a very strange experience for me.  They had sealed off their daughter's room and kept her things in place like she was still alive."

Life in Minnesota for Debra offered some stability, but also more torment.  By the 3rd grade Debra had figured out that she could get attention from boys, and by the 6th grade was running with a free spirited and unruly group of kids.  When she was eleven years old, Debra was raped again, and she then became a school drop out in the tenth grade.  "I was very rebellious towards the adult figures in my life, and yet on the flip side sexually very promiscuous with the boys, looking for the love and affection that I never got as a child," she says.

While living with her adoptive parents in Southern MN, at the tender age of fourteen, Debra became pregnant.  She had a son at fifteen, who she ended up keeping.  She also tried to commit suicide later on, but her inner strength triumphed over death. The world needed Debra.

By the age of sixteen Debra was married, and by the age of twenty-two she had four boys.  She was now a full-fledged mother, and was determined to give her children the love that was denied her as a child.  By this point in her life Debra Luptak was determined to be the best mother she could be, virtually exploding with love towards her family.

Through her twenties, with the years of torture behind her and the healing ahead of her, Debra Luptak was finally on the right track to a balanced life.  She busied herself with her family, getting an education, earning a 3.7 to 4.0 GPA and studying psychology and paranoid schizophrenia in an attempt to understand her mother's illness. She had acquired a passion for learning as a college student and became committed to pursuing a career that would fulfill her potential.  She had begun to recognize her true talents both as a woman and a teacher.  At that time in her life Debra felt ready and pursued a 3-year search on her biological family. It was when she summoned the courage to contact her mother on the phone as an adult for the first time in many years.  Her Mother's first words to her were: "Yes, I remember you, you are the Devil's Daughter." In 1992 the family was reunited on "The Jenny Jones Show," but there was no real reconciliation possible for Debra and her Mother.

And there were still many bumps in the road before Debra Luptak was to find her way to a stable, happy, fulfilling life.  In her thirties she attempted suicide twice, and in her forties her third son Bryce lost his life in an ATV accident in 2005. She dedicated her third book, ("Why we Cry for a Soul set Free") to helping other parents heal from the unbearable tragedy of losing a child. But, almost as if each setback made her stronger, there was a healing process, a pivotal turn of life going on underneath it all.

"I took many different paths," she says in her book A Survivor's Closet, "the paths that I thought were the right ones.  Stubborn and full of determination, I believed I knew what was best for my child and my adult.  Long stretches of time were spent in tears, releasing endless pains from the inner part of my soul.  Allowing myself to breathe, to deeply inhale through my nose and exhale through my mouth over and over to calm my restless body.  I revealed my deepest emotional and physical courage so I could reshape my future. It was as if a hurricane was living deep inside me and after years of life-threatening waters, I could finally find calmer seas."

Today, Debra Luptak, after having survived inhuman conditions and constant torture, is a highly successful businesswoman, the author of three books (A Survivor's Closet, Why We Cry for a Soul Set Free, …and then There Was Light, with as many as 11 more books in the works, a life coach, and a corporate lecturer (www.debraluptak.com) teaching others, either as individuals, or groups, what it takes to be survivors and become successful at beating the odds when the odds are stacked against you.

Her story is a very vivid example for even the most skeptical of souls that with the right thinking and determination we can not only endure adverse circumstances, but can also reach the highest of human potentials and triumph into the light from the deepest of darkness.  With a strong sense of self, Debra today commands all excuses begone, defines the true meaning of extraordinary, and proves every word of her teachings with her life experience. She earned her power through discovering her personal ability, which allowed the transcendence of intense and horrific situations and circumstances, something that other motivational speakers, although greatly recognized, cannot say about their own lives. Nobody has the personal history of terror and torment that Debra Luptak does.

Debra does not lecture philosophies; she puts thinking and realizations into practice. As Oprah once said: "We need to thrive to achieve the highest good within us and transform others through our own example." Debra Luptak, a genius in her own right, dedicated her life to the most noble of causes: helping her fellow humans through a complete transformation of the self.  For as Einstein said: "Only a life lived for others is worth living." In her very successful hard cover book,  A Survivor's Closet, Debra says: "Leave your memories buried beneath the dirt, Share your gift with those you inspire, and Dive into life with your gift of strength."

This courageous, beautiful woman inside and out, turned her life into a raving success, raised four boys with love and caring, has the most supportive and giving marriage and is here to help all of us if we are willing to listen. Debra Luptak is God's angel, an unparalleled inspiration and blessing to the World! She possesses the biggest treasure there is: the gift of forgiveness. That something inside her that was able to transform terror and daily fear into love and compassion is the very essence of what our 21st century crises-stricken humanity needs to find in each and every individual's heart. Making a better world starts from within and is not only a must, but a responsibility that the majority of mankind does not understand. Most people in Debra's shoes would choose drugs and alcohol to numb the pain or remain in denial, and even justify it, instead of realizing that the most joy and the biggest transformation is born out of hardship and not fun and games.

With Debra, a full presence emerges empowered by the encoded iron will granted by God to all humans, asking us to awaken, to become conscious and realize that our choices are the ones determining our destiny and not our outside circumstances, or other people's actions.

By telling her story, Debra conveys to us both the teachings of Jesus Christ and the latest discoveries in science about the workings of the human mind and how we connect to that higher intelligence we know exists. Are we ready to understand our own power? Are we ready to wake up from sleepwalking through life, and instead, become valued individuals helping the world and ourselves evolve? Are we ready for a new way of thinking, a new reality, a new life, a new destiny? Are we ready to hear the words of the universe through Debra's voice?

Debra Luptak has been ready all along, sensing even as a child that someday she would be called to shine her light throughout the direst circumstances of the human condition. Her destiny has been written from the beginning, unbeknownst to her, but something that humanity cries out to hear from a source that has been through it all. And, that source is her story: the Debra Luptak story!By telling her story, Debra conveys to us both the teachings of Jesus Christ and the latest discoveries in science about the workings of the human mind and how we connect to that higher intelligence we know exists. Are we ready to understand our own power? Are we ready to wake up from sleepwalking through life, and instead, become valued individuals helping the world and ourselves evolve? Are we ready for a new way of thinking, a new reality, a new life, a new destiny? Are we ready to hear the words of the universe through Debra's voice?

About the Author of This Article:  Adrienne Papp is a recognized journalist who has written for many publications including Savoir, Beverly Hills 90210, Malibu Beach, Santa Monica Sun, The Beverly Hills Times, Brentwood News, Bel-Air View, Celebrity Society, Celeb Staff, It Magazine, Chic Today, LA2DAY, West Side Today among many others. She is the President and CEO of Los Angeles / New York-based publicity company, Atlantic Publicity and publishing house, Atlantic Publisher. Adrienne writes about world trends, Quantum Physics, entertainment and interviews celebrities, world leaders, inventors, philanthropists and entrepreneurs. She also owns Atlantic United Films that produces and finances true stories made for theatrical release or the silver screen. Spotlight News Magazine is owned by Atlantic United, Inc with Adrienne Papp being the majority shareholder.

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A Cross at the Side of the Road

Posted July 25th, 2010 @ 07:07am

Welcome back Readers!

This week I am writing about the cross at the side of the road, where a mother loses her son long before his time. Yes, for those of you who know me on an personal level, this past week Wednesday, July 21, 2010 was the fifth (5) year anniversary of Bryce Lee, my third son's return to Heaven.

Five years has passed since I had written my third book in the memory of Bryce to help grieving parents and families cope with the many levels of pain that death's suffering leaves behind.

"Why we Cry for a Soul set Free" is the story of how I dealt with the death of my third child, one of the most traumatic experiences a parent can go through. Bryce Lee Haugen was the third of my four sons and the bravest human being I've ever known. Bryce was my special child; he had been diagnosed with epilepsy and mild mental retardation at a very young age. With his limitations, his life was a challenging one, but despite the treatment he sometimes received from those who couldn't accept or understand him, he always looked at life in a positive way and loved people unconditionally.

Aside from the book I wrote in 2005, there has been tremendous healing and transformation that has taken place in our family since that day. In this blog I am not going to write about the powerful message you get from my book because each of you can read the book and gain your own perspective. But what I did want to emphasize in this week's blog is the common practice of "no helmet" while riding four wheelers, motorcycles, dirt bikes, scooters, mopeds, any motorized vehicle and the important message I have for all of you, whether you are the driver or the passenger in any of these situations. Truthfully, Bryce was not wearing a helmet when riding his four wheeler, but if he had, I know without a doubt that he would still be with us today.

In this world there is such a heavy emphasis on "status symbols". What I mean by this is just this, we as humans consciously believe that the home we live in, what we drive, our job title, not the richness of our soul, but the richness of our bank account, the clothes we wear and who are social circle happens to be are all "status symbols" that we use to compare ourselves to others, to judge each other, and what we see as "important stuff" rather than "unimportant stuff". Actually because we get so fixated on the status symbols of this world our souls shrink and life becomes this big masquerade, and all of us us are simply "actors on stage" worrying about what our outside looks like, without concentrating on fixing the inside.

I've seen this too many times...if not most of the time. Bikers on Harly's who are pimped out in leather chaps, biker's gear that makes them look "cool" on their bikes - and every time it's without a helmet. Helmets don't fit into the dress code when riding a motorcycle because helmets don't make us look cool on our bike...am I wrong? This is a prime example of "status symbols" where we worry more about what we look like on the outside, rather than what we look like on the inside. And as a result of concentrating only on our outward appearance, we jeopardize our physical safety so we look good and impress others. And then when a tragic accidents occur such as Bryce's or on a motorcycle due to the fact that they weren't wearing helmets, everybody scratches their heads in awe and wonders how in the world something like this could happen.

Yes, my son was in a tragic four wheeler accident, along with two other vehicles on a major highway without a wearing a helmet. And the crazy part of that is everyone walked away without a scratch except for Bryce. Did he own a helmet? Yes, years prior to his accident I bought him one and insisted that he wear it. Did he wear it consistently when he rode his four wheeler? No. And the reason was because he was teased and made fun of by others when he did put it on. So again, my son was vulnerable to what society considers important - status symbols and looking good for others.

As a result of falling victim to the weight of the world, my son's life ended before his time. He died twelve hours later at St. Mary's Hospital in Rochester, Minnesota from a very horrific highway accident due to the simple fact that he was not wearing his helmet.

When the phone rang that July evening to tell me my twenty-one year old son was fighting for his life, my heart was shattered into a million pieces within seconds. While the rest of the world was sleeping peacefully, Bryce was fighting for his life. Despite twelve hours of intense medical attention by a staff at the Mayo Clinic and St. Mary's Hospital professionals, Bryce died from "cerebral edema with herniation" on July 21, 2005 at 6:30 p.m., a time that will be forever instilled in the memories of my family. We had lost a son, a brother, a loved one.

If you get nothing else out of my blog this week...please, I pray that all of you will take the initiative and enforce a helmet anytime you have the influence or authority with family and friends and even strangers...Trust me, you do not want to visit a cross on the side of a road or a cemetery in order to express your love to someone who has lost their life before their time. After the tragic that my family had endured, would you please listen to my words and the pain of my heart to please put on the helmets before riding...it's a choice that each of us has, and it will not only preserve lives, but will allow loved ones to remain here on earth without being forced to leave before their time.

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