Years ago I went through a horrific accident. Not my fault, but it happened and I almost died. I was moved to hospital, then to another hospital and another. And doctors did miracles with me and somehow they managed to save my life.
I spent a few years in hospitals, mostly in comma. Then when I was in better shape and ready to go home, they sent me out, but not home. Instead they placed me to location or institution where people should never be. Here in Vermont, place run by criminals and their only objective was to make as much money as they could.
It was not just pretentious place, it was very violent and felt like a jail. I have personally witnessed torture of disabled person and many times. I have not witnessed it, but was told that one of the girls in that place was being raped by owners, again. I myself have experienced daily aggressive violence or small details such as I have not been allowed to go outside for a walk … since October until July.
Food was not edible, we had nothing do drink, water was dirty and full of rust and I could go for hours describing this place. Sadly it is still in business and I was told by police that they themselves are afraid of this place.
I got out after very long time, not sure how long. I don’t know how it was managed, but thanks goes to my kids, local police and probably some unknown very nice people who helped me out. If you’d like to know more about this concentration camp, feel free to contact me.
These days my life in freedom is appreciated much more and even little tings make me very happy. I have been home since July, it is October, I try to stay healthy, work plenty but also go for many walks as a substitute for some good exercise. Today I went for a walk and when I add all numbers together, I have just crossed 200 km since July. It’s not too much, but it beats zero or any low number.
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