The Plea Chapter Thirty-One – Favor and Rage


Two weeks ago I learned that I had a mild heart attack. I had no idea anything that serious had occurred. I just thought I was overly tired. Great emotional, sustained stress can trigger a heart attack. During moments of high stress, your body releases hormones such as norepinephrine, which the researchers claim can cause the dispersal of bacterial biofilms from the walls of your arteries. This dispersal can allow plaque deposits to suddenly break loose, thereby triggering a heart attack. In short, that’s what happened to me.

If I hadn’t have been so shocked by the news I might have laughed when the doctor asked if I’d been under any “great emotional, sustained stress.” Would watching your brother in federal prison slowly die of Parkinson’s disease be considered great emotional, sustained stress? The doctor assured me that the example would qualify.

There is no cure for Parkinson’s disease. It can be treated and slowed to some degree, but that’s under the best treatment. There’s no such thing as “the best treatment” in federal prison. Parkinson’s is a neurodegenerative disorder which leads to progressive deterioration of motor function. People with Parkinson’s disease suffer with tremors, stiffness, slowness, impaired balance, and in the advance stages a shuffling gait and spasmodic dysphonia. Spasmodic dysphonia is also called strangled voice. The brain misfires and can’t make the mouth form the proper words.

My brother is dying from Parkinson’s. I’ve witnessed him unable to keep his head, hands, and legs from shaking. He tries to feed himself but he can’t. He tries to talk but the words won’t come. He looks at me with pleading eyes. There’s nothing I can do.

For several months I’ve been receiving bills from various credit cards in my brother Rick’s name. I’ve explained that Rick couldn’t have charged anything to the cards because he’s been in prison for the last eleven years. I’ve steered them in the direction of the individual who is responsible.

What kind of person would steal the identity of a dead man walking and ruin their credit history? The same person who would file for divorce from my brother just before Father’s Day 2004 and then take the man she was having an affair with to dinner. You’ll find the physical proof of that below. You’ll also see that when the situation serves my brother’s ex-wife she still uses his name.

I have no hope that she’ll ever be made to pay for what she’s done. I have no hope that the two people who killed my brother will ever get what’s coming to them. That’s part of the great emotional, sustained stress I’m experiencing. It’s rage, a feeling of powerlessness, it’s favor shown to people who lied and put an innocent man in prison. It’s watching the bad guy get away with it that turns good people cruel.