Wednesday, September 23, 2009

after the war im bloody and draging my soul home...

after the war im bloody and draging my soul home...
Current mood: apathetic
Category: Life
this has been one of the toughest years of my life. im bloodied my soul has been toren to bits. emotionally i was almost broken. i cant tell you how low i found myself as i layed on my porch. some story's i only shared with those very close to me. not even with my family. my mom never knew of the 7 teeth i lost last october . i remember that day like it was yesterday, the hurt cut me very deep. as i layed there bleeding wondering when i would be able to get a breath in between the strikes of a steel toed work boot. my fingers dug deep into the blades of cold grass. my mind drifting away to better times.
surounded by 4 people who i didn't even know. settling the score for someone they would later dump. but even when my card was punched and my dues were payed i knew it would all be in good terms. there was a greater plan i just had to get through the bad.hell had many different landscapes them days. the devil reared his ugly head many times.i stood toe to toe with him more then once.

ive learned alot of lessons. ive heard music in the background like some Erie 1950s Ballard of a young mans struggles through life. and this whole time i made it on unemployment little money week to week making ends meet on a life that was no longer my own. my dreams scattered on the hard wood floors like rain on the peddle of a spring flower. but i knew someday it would all turn out one way or the other. and ive also seen tears signaling the start of healing. not just my own tears but others from my family and my friends. every drop that touched my cheek as we hugged in a long embrace helped me get closer to my goal. at times it seemed endless but im starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. as i walk away from this house i built with my own 2 hands this next week i know there will be some more tears. but im shedding my chains. im leaving my old dreams behind on this little plot of land i helped cultivate into my once humble castle. ill leave the good the bad and the ugly at the foot of the driveway exposed to all lifes elements and ill start new. back in the back yard ive been making a secret spot. for weeks now ive avoided it. ive dug a 1 foot by 1 foot hole ive covered it with red ferns and covered the bottom in potting soil and wild flower seeds. this is where ill buried what was left of my old life . the good memories of my life ill lay to rest in a bed of wild flowers that will bloom every spring . my lasting sign to my maker and who ever may come across whats left of what once was to say loudly ....
yes i fell to my knees but like these flowers i found my ground and got up and moved on.

i maybe a 1000 headstones away from here someday but ill prove i picked up and made use of the dash between my dates.



-Mike

Saturday, September 12, 2009

UPDATE: Anti-Abortion Activist Murder Suspect is sent to Hospital.

Drake
The Associated Press file photo

Shiawassee County Prosecutor Randy Colbry, said in a statement to the media that Drake gave himself

"a serious gash after cutting his arm near the wrist but was expected to recover".

also in the statement Colbry's quoted as saying

"he doesn't know exactly when Drake cut himself or what he used to do so. Colbry says Drake was taken to a hospital for surgery".

the excitement just keeps rolling in this small town drama.
sunday i will be covering the candle light memorial for James Pouillon.

A Michigan-based group, Citizens for a Pro-Life Society, planned to hold a prayer vigil Sunday at the site where Pouillon was killed. St. Joseph Catholic Church, where Pouillon was a former member, was collecting money to help pay for funeral services.

ill be taking tons of picture's and plan on asking some hot topic questions to anyone that has the answers so check in sunday for more updates.

is there anything you the reader would like to be asked? leave a question in the comments and ill make sure i get a answer for you if there is one!

UPDATE: Anti-Abortion Activist Gunned Down Outside Michigan High School Roadside Memorial

Roadside Memorial

On a day when all seems to normal, after one of the bloodiest days for the small city of owosso in at least nine years since its last notable murder. a few dozen flowers lay on a Roadside Memorial where Anti-Abortion Activist 63-year-old James L. Pouillon was killed in cold blood by someone who thought to themselves that
he didn't think kids should have to look at dead babies on their way to school.

Harlan J. Drake locked and loaded with .45-caliber revolver, a .22-caliber semiautomatic pistol and a .22-caliber revolver. unloaded on James L. Pouillon hitting him several times knocking him from his protesters perch. he fell to the ground dying for his cause in front of the same kids Drake said he was trying to protect from the images being sent to them from across the street.

i dont think Drake had the time to think what the images now etched in some school kids minds of a man killed in front of them in cold blood might do either....


Roadside Memorial

as Drake turns from the school he headed for his next victim, with a much lower profile in this whole story Mike Fuoss, 61 Owner of the local gravel pit
Rumor has it that Fuoss fired a family member that could have triggered the killing spree to start

Roadside Memorial

now we can only speculate on the third person on his hit list today. Owosso real estate agent James Howe.

Drake felt that Howe had wronged his mother on a business deal. but was arrested at his home before he could carry out his last murder. we can only speculate as to if he was going home for lunch or to grab more ammo to finish the job.

but for us in this small town, trying to pick up the pieces of one of the bloodiest days for our sleepy little town. it doesn't help us sleep any better at night knowing that even us as tight knitted as we are NO ONE is safe in times like these....

- Mike Karl

Friday, September 11, 2009

Anti-Abortion Activist Gunned Down Outside Michigan High School

i live in this town... honestly only blocks from where this shooting took place. its sad to think how close to home these types of things can get. yes im huge on free speech. everyone should have a right to say as they wish. with in reason. and no one should be murdered in cold blood for what they think and feel.

i have been face to face with this man many times. as he protested all over the city of owosso. hes well known here in town for his lewd signs and statements. i've heard screaming match's time and time again outside of very child friendly places. and for him to be at the high school protesting with his very graphic signs is not uncommon.

for at lest 10 years i have seen him holding up his signs and screaming. all while hooked up to a mask for his oxygen. it must have took his breath away to set long hours sometimes 8+ at a location. its been long the understory of this small town.
im not sure his personal story is or the one of the hard working man that was gunned down in his office at the gravel pit but there saying its all in the same. that the man with blood on his hands killed them both.

theres rumors this moring that theres also a 3rd body on west st. in a boarded up house just blocks over from the high school. as the shots rang out i was getting my youngest out of bed and putting out the trash. sirens broke the morning fog like a knife. i pulled out of my driveway to yellow tape blocking off the road as i turned out to get a paper.

this seems to have opened a wound around the country from this small little sleepy town. news vans are everywhere. rumors are the buzz at the local gossip spots. as you drive by planed parenthood in the city of owosso it is surrounded by people with red ducktape on there mouths with the words "life" in big black ink.

it makes me wonder what there message is. is it one that you have the right to speak your mind as you wish? or is it one that life was silenced by hate this morning. either way you look at it this is a war that has been raging for decades and this death of a protester of his free thoughts was one of many. im sure there will be more that will risk life and limb to get there message out. but what is the message we should learn from this tragic event?

i think its this.... life is a gift that can be taken at birth or on the side of a small town street with the whole world watching....... live as if today is your last and thank god for the freedoms we fought long and hard to enjoy!

-Mike Karl


Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Heart Broke

Im writing this letter to express in thoughts and feelings in writing. After witnessing the events of this last year, of what can happen to a man that built a family and had it crushed by someone so cold and heartless. In this letter I hope all people, men and women can find hope and inspiration in there darkest hours. I always see people post for help here and I thought  write I would write for my brother and others to show them it does get worse but there are brighter days ahead.

This is the story of my brothers last year. Names and subjects will be changed to protect his newborn son. This all started 2 years ago but it did not come to a head untill this past winter. His wife had been running around on him for almost a year. he married young. gave up all of the things and dreams he worked hard for all his life to start a family with someone who at first we come to find out lied about her age. He gave up his well earned home based business, that made a honest few extra dollars every month. Because she said it took up to much of his time from her. He worked a full time job, a good paying job at that. sold his classic car he saved up for from a young age of hard work instilled by his father. All to buy the American dream. a house on a little piece of land they could call there own. He spent almost 2 years of working nights at the shop and going home to there lot, building there dream home.  Now when they first got married they all sat down at the table to write down "what my brother had to do to have kids" she wanted a new SUV. He got it. She needed a big custom house to fill the needs of a newborn baby. He built it from the ground up. They tried for years and a baby never blessed them

After years of trying and money starting to dry up. Things started to go down hill for this little family. He got her a good paying job where he worked his long hours, and he finally thought he'd get a brake from all the long weeks of making ends meet, but that was just opening the door for her to find a new life to ruin. Now my brother would never approve of me doing this. but after watching him today have to give up his dog of 5 years broke my heart. I watched him, a grown man ball like a little school girl, this hit a deep cord of me and a man who had literally lost everything. and we will get to that part in a few.

Now somewhere around October of last year his wife stopped coming home on weekends. she said she needed her space and time to grow and think about there relationship. My brother went to countless hours of marriage counseling alone and with her to try to save there little family. He had raised her son from a young man to the age of 18, and wasn't willing to just give up. One October night she let the wind out of his sails. She called and said not to come home, that she had started a new life and he wasn't part of it. She had been cheating with a co-worker while he slaved to pay the bills.

And unknowing to the family my brother slept and lived in his car for 7 days while his wife was getting her new life in order. Her family had connections in local government. The cops made sure he didn't come home. When he was able to finally return home he found nothing left of his home. T.v.s ripped from the wall, a stake knife took to his mattress that was left on the floor. She had taken everything but a table and 4 chairs. The food in the cupboards were ransacked. The next day my brother woke up to 4 officers in his bedroom. His wife had locksmithed the door, and invited her family and the officers inside to take what was left. My brothers dog was pepper sprayed. After asking the officers to leave they cornered him in the kitchen and told him they had every right to do what they were doing. So he called his lawyer and was told to start taking pictures. Shortly after everyone inside left, the officers were even helping carry boxes out the door. My brother stood in the doorway and begged them not to let her take his car, and they let her.

Things only got worse from there power was shut off to his home more then once along with water and his car ins. canceled. After almost a year in the courts an agrrement was met to give my brother the debt, the house and his dog if he walked away and promised not to sue. After months of taking care of her son he aggreed and soon after her son moved out, taking with him the last remaining items my brother had left. a laptop that my brother used for work and for paying bills. A week later my brother went to pull money from the bank to pay bills for the month, that to was taken. Over 900 in a week and 700 the week the son left. All planned out by his wife.
He truly had nothing but the clothes on his back, and what teeth he had left from a beating I wont get into, and his dog.

At the court date to sign everything, my brother was to get his car back that he had been paying on while she had it. Attepts to get this car back to him only fell short, due to the self interests of the officers in the town that had strings pulled by the family.

As we walked out of the court house we seen his car on a flatbed. my brother just droped his head as he asked the driver what was going on, knowing deep in his heart what had happened. She had called and used his money to have the car repoed. Telling the company they no longer needed it. At this point my brother had little fight left in him. The months of tears sitting alone in a empty house im sure huanted him. He just wanted to move on.

He met a young girl around his age she comforted him. He found a new family and friends. Fathered his first child after years of trying, but it wasnt over yet. His ex wife still had more to dish. A lawyer shows up at the door with a "worker of the court" telling my brother he is losing his house and his dog, to that my brother says "ill do anything, take the house ill replace it but please don't take my dog", "She had been there for me when no one elese would". She held me when I cried. She woke me in the morning when she took it all away, and she cryed with me when there was no food.
Weeks went by and my brother did everything he could to save her, so with much regret he placed her in a home with people that would take care of her and maybe someday let him vist. They loaded up her dog toys dish and the kennel. My brother could hardly get the words to thank them out before the weight of yet another hurt delt to him took hold. He balled for hours as I did my best to comfort him. He had lost everything, that took years to build.

  He is now starting a new life. He has a newborn son, and hope. He has found a house on a little land, and is working hard to build his dream back up. He has less then 3 weeks to save up the money to move on before the court order takes afftect. Times are tight and I wanted to reach out to him and to people he has helped in the past to maybe give him the brake he needs and deserves to move on. Please if you would like to contact me to help him in anyway, or would just honestly like to put a face to the story please feel free to email me and id gladly share the info.

I hope this story brings hope to some, and also show others that are ungreatful of the help they get, hear how much worse it could really be. My brother has never asked for help or recieved foodstamps or anything from the state as far as aid. He has been laid off from his good paying job for 9 months. He writes a weekly blog to share his deep feelings with his family and friends and never once asked for help. But today I am going to try to find him the brake he has been needing. If it's diapers for his newborn or a little bit of money ill take it and pass it along to the greatest man I have ever known. he is my hero. Feel free to repost this and help my brother

Thank you for your time,
His loving Sister

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