Merging Decades

By Sandra Manndy

Domenica Madison Sullivan is an alluring very intelligent and ambitious woman. Holding down two jobs - going to school a devoted mother of three, and one who is inexhaustibly seeking a corporate career. Domenica moves back to the town she grew up in to pursue her dreams. This is when Domenica hits a series of road blocking events in a town that has changed dramatically while she was away. One week after the New York City towers came down, all hell broke lose in her city. In one week, one of her under age children was drugged and raped. Domenica herself was drug from the coffee room while working on her job. The following day, the child who was raped, leg was broken by a group paid by rapist who thought the child told what happened to him. All of this took place within five days, and to top it off, someone paid the local police department to destroy the evidence of the cup of coffee that contained the drug! An event that will make them kill in order to keep it a secret.
Domenica was poisoned numerous times as she tried to get law officials help from outside her state, alerting the FBI of the unanswered crimes. Book smart Domenica has no knowledge of all of the people who are a part of this dark lifestyle. It will be her conniving neighbors who takes it up among themselves to forcible introduce and educate her to a secretive dark lifestyle the town she once knew now inhabits. As Domenica unwillingly spirals toward their chosen destiny for her life, she has surprisingly discovered that in the region in which she now resides, lives a deep dark evil secret that seems to surround her and her family everywhere she turns. Domenia now wonders, what on earth did she return home too? Welcome to her world where the neighbors reign!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Mar 8, 2013
• ISBN: 9781479797073

Sandra Manndy

Sandra Manndy is an author describing true events about her life, her challenges, growth, and her continuing struggle of recovering from a mental injury that she sustained through the negligence of others. She is currently going to a School of Business and lives in New York

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Contents

Prelude

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

PRELUDE

How do you know when you have met the worst people you could have ever met in your entire life? How do you know what is lurking behind those eyes, that attractive smile or even their cough? Are they hiding something? How do they really look at the world and the people who live in it, and how do they feel about it? What kind of secret life are they living right beneath our noses and what are they truly capable of doing? Have you ever thought about that, when you shake their hand and greet them with a genuine smile in return?

There are towns in this world that have deep dark evil secrets. Secrets that they only believe that they have and they will do anything… . anything to keep their dark evil secrets away from the rest of the world. A place where keys, is the operative noun that is not only used frequently, but daily, and sometimes it is used several times a day. A place where sleep aids and your own hazardous products are put into your left-over food and opened liquid containers; only to later unlawfully enter again, once the house is in a deep medicated induced sleep.

Where strange and suspicious behavior only occurs during the middle of the night or when you are not at home. Where the neighbors conveniently never see anything occurring at your residence, or maybe are too afraid to even admit to seeing anything. Where car parts mysteriously become unbolted, unscrewed or tampered with only to find the next day that your car’s bottom just fell out on the highway, or your newly installed brakes or transmission are no longer working. Or worst, finding out that you paid for auto repairs that were never done. Other examples of unexplainable overnight suspicious occurrences, as they call them around here, would cause your automobile to plow right into a brick wall, leaving a path of complete destruction behind you.

Personal items such as clothing, draperies, and bedding disappear from your home one-item-at-a-time each week without any signs of breaking and entering. These daily occurrences also engage in taking only the out-of-season items, so you would not notice it right away, making it practically impossible to report it to your insurance carrier. You better not let that insurance coverage lapse, or the undocumented suspicious behavior, will then up-grade to full blown robbery complete with a police report. You still will not be able to report it to your insurance carrier though, because these robbers are skilled enough to take the purchase receipts with them.

How about waking up with the feeling that you had sex during the night, but you know for a fact that you were alone in a lock-up tight house before going to sleep. How about waking up to find that your arm or leg has been puncher by a syringe needle, or cut while you are sleeping? Could this be a reason behind the increase in the HIV and Aids population? It gives you food for thought. How do you feel about being watched through your cable TV/ Internet home security provider? What about hiring a computer repair service provider, only to find they are installing monitoring devices in your computers to watch you on-line. I know, because I have had to remove such devices from my home and computer time and time again. How about someone getting a copy of the keys to your mailbox? That is an easy and sure way of getting a hold of all your financial information; unless, of course, it is an inside job done at the brick and mortar postal office by a friend or a working relative.

And, if that isn’t enough… . they sing about their evil dark secrets by making their requests and dedications to your favorite radio stations over the air waves. Unknown to you, that information was taken from the clock radio in your bedroom. You know, it is the same alarm clock radio that contains your favorite preset radio stations information. This is a place where you can hear through the lyrics and the melody as you drive on your way; a song about the latest evil crime committed against you. Killing me softly with his song, sung by Roberta Flack, has a whole new different kind of meaning here. Shall I go on? Are you a little creeped out yet? You should be, because these towns and the people that live in them actually do exist, and this is my story about such a place.

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Domenica Madison Sullivan, presently living in Sunrise Valley located in Troy County, NY. I’m now a disabled, God-fearing woman who is a victim of a brain injury that I received from some very nasty individuals when I once lived in a community called Sedardrove, located in Adamsville during the time period beginning October 2004 to 2005. As a resident in that community, I was fed poison that was added to the left-over meals and opened liquid containers within my refrigerator. This long-term small doses of daily poisoning resulted in dead brains cells. This is a condition that was inflicted upon me and of which I’m still working on each day toward the long-journey of recovery.

This is a very hard task to fulfill because someone continues to enter into my place with a key that they should not have in his or her possession. This fact is especially true since I decided along with my other endeavors to become a part-time author. Mainly because I want people to know what can happen to them if a group of people band together to come after them. Instead of the authorities helping me, they have been threatening me with arrest, homelessness, loss of income, and of death should I publish this book. Therefore, provisions are made to keep my limited wits clear and to keep from being poisoned again. I presently have to chain-lock my refrigerator to keep my food and open liquid containers safe from harm, otherwise I will not be able to finish this book. So far I have to admit, that move with the chain has been working like a charm. But over the past years, I’m wise enough to know all too well, how things can change drastically over-night.

Dead brain cells have a funny way of causing havoc on your body and lifestyle. Just imagine if all of the phone systems within your entire state no longer were working. Imagine every house phone was broken, every cell phone was broken, and all of the phone lines across the entire state were physically cut. How long do you think it will take to get the entire phone system in your state back up and running? Would it take a week, three weeks, a few months, or several years? If you guess several years, then you can imagine the enormous complexity of recovering from a brain injury.

The right side or right hemisphere of the brain controls the visual information. It will see a car and recognize that it is a car. The left hemisphere analyzes information that is collected by the right hemisphere. The right hemisphere "sees the car, but the left hemisphere says, Oh yeah, I know whose car that is—that’s my cousin’s car." There is a very narrow strip that runs from the top of the brain to where your ear is located that is called the motor strip. If injury occurs in that area, a person will have trouble controlling half of his or her body. If the left side is damaged, a person’s ability to move his or her right side will be hindered or depending on the severity of the damage, will stop working. And vice versa, if injury occurs in the right side of the brain, the movement on the left side of your body will become hindered or will stop working.

In my case, some of the right hemisphere, and portions of both motor strips were damaged. However, a much larger portion of my left hemisphere was deeply damaged; I call this the comprehension part. Because of my injury, I had trouble communicating verbally. Some of the dead cells controlled my nervous system therefore my brain could no longer regulate the normal functions of my body, without the assistance of prescription medication. My thought process and the regulation of the immune system, systems such as blood pressure, respiration, pulse, and motor skills were damage. The words I wanted and tried to say would not be the words that would leave my mouth. My tear ducts without cause, would leak fluid, giving the impression that I was crying when in fact, I wasn’t. I could read any book and yet had no understanding what so ever of the meaning of the words that I read. My walking was also hindered and my memory totally vanished along with the dead brain cells. I can no longer recognize some people I grew up and or worked with. In other cases, I would only recognize the voice and maybe, just maybe I can add a name to the voice. The only people I could recognize are the people who caused me harm in the past. My guess on this account was that the good Lord did not want me to be totally and completely defenseless against my enemies. My hair no longer has my normal color pigmentation of brunette, therefore, the hair on my head grows in the color of freshly fallen white snow, and other areas of my body no longer grow hair. I had a car but did not drive it until I was able to remember how to operate it. I struggled with cooking because my motor skills where damaged to the point, I could not carry a pot or even carry a laundry basket full of clothes. If I manage to accomplish any of such tasks, I would then collapse in total exhaustion and would sleep for hours at a time.

Since my injury, I have done everything possible to try to improve my chances and the success of a partial if not a full recovery. I was told by several doctors that I would not obtain a full one-hundred percent total recovery. However, I’m a fighter and I refuse to give up so easily by accepting what was done to me and just die. So I began my hard work of fighting back to regain what was taken from me. I had to develop a game plan if I was going to be successful at reaching my goal. My first move was obvious; I had to go to physical therapy just like everyone else who has difficulty with his or her balance or any problems with the movement of their joints and limbs. I had to find special physicians who could help get my body to function properly.

I borrowed from a friend a copy of Mavis typing program for my computer so I could re-teach my living brain cells how to coordinate and control my hand and finger movements. This had to be done because I could no longer hold a pencil or pen, nor could I accomplish enough hand, wrist or finger movement to write without a very serious eye-opening struggle or without pain. I also could not get my left hand to cooperate whenever I used the typing program. The medical profession defines this type of problem as a loss of motor skills. That made perfectly good sense to me, because I was also having a hard time moving my lips and tongue in order to form the words that were coming from my mouth, in a logical way. To work on that problem, I proceeded to use a cassette and smart phone recorder as a recovery tool to record my voice as I read. By using these tools, I could hear if I was pronouncing the words correctly and in a logical manner.

Another tool I used, were the brain training games that I down-loaded to help develop my memory ability and other intellectual skills. This was perfect in my case, because the games would keep track of my progress and would point out where my weaknesses and strengths were. All of this was a physically draining, slow and daily process that expanded over the years. There were times, more often than not, where my brain would experience fatigue and just stop working for me. Let me inform you that the brain will defiantly tell you when to stop pushing yourself.

During these moments, mine brain would have its own unique way of letting me know when to stop. Most of the time, I understood I should stop when the words before my eyes would change into black globs of ink that I could no longer recognize. The brain games back then were very difficult to find during the time I needed them the most. Therefore, once I found one, I had to purchase and download my brain games so I could use them at my convenience and only during the times when my brain was cooperating with me. However, today there are hundreds of free brain-training games anyone can access on-line.

Currently, I’m trying to use the re-trained brains cells that I have left, to attend college, so that I can leave this nightmare of an area that has a very high concentration of very suspicious unchecked behavior, disability, and unsolved crimes.

I got my courage to fight back and turn my life around when I saw a PBS documentary that televised an intelligent man who had a stroke. It revealed how he had to re-train his brain in order to recover from his stroke. As I watched the program, I discovered that this man was having the same problems that I was having, but we received our injuries in a different way. Not once in my life did I have a stroke; my brain injury is due to the result of the combination use of un-needed prescription medication and poison residing in my system that was given to me unknowingly by those who had a copy of my main entry key. Before all of this happened to me, I was a person who never called off sick time, because I never got sick. I was not taking any medications, because I never got sick. I never even had a cold; my only ailment was and still is seasonal allergies. After my injury, I could not decide which foot to start walking with, that is how deeply injured I was. However, I cannot take full and complete credit of how my life stands as today. If it were not for the approach and safety net from an agency that specialized in helping people get back on their feet, I would not be writing this story to you today. So I say congratulations to the government funding that help to keep these types of agencies up and running for those in need.

When I first began classes, I soon found that going to school and trying to re-teach myself is a very big problem when you consider the brain injury part of it. It was clearly evident to me that they did more damage to my brain than I thought they did. I thought that beginning the road to recovery was bad; it is another thing when you are facing the challenge of putting all of your years of the recovery process and hard work to the test.

In the beginning, I could only work on my assignments for maybe an hour before I would develop intense migraines that would prevent me from completing my assignments as I wanted to. When this happened I would need to stop, note where I left off, and take the prescribed pills that would elevate the head pain. I would also have to take this route whenever the brain just did not want to work for whatever reasons unknown to me.

During these times, I would just watch television until my mind felt relaxed enough before going back to school. Sometimes I could return to school that same day, sometimes I had to wait until the following day. Because I was also working the brain in class, I began to experience a return in the difficulty of movements within certain parts of my body. That is my muscles would contract, hurt, or refuse to move all together. I still have real bad joint pain through-out the body.

It wasn’t long before I discovered that my brain would only allow me to do one thing at a time. Therefore, I had a choice to make, re-educate the brain or work on improving the movements of my body. In other words, the more I worked on the intellectual portion of my brain, the more I had to rely on using a cane and leg braces. I would also need unusual long hours of sleep in order to recoup enough to return to the classroom. I also needed the unusual long hours of sleep after simply going to the grocery store, or any other chore. I learned very quickly to cook only after I wake-up. Although I was having such difficulties, I still chose to re-educate myself through school. I could always work on improving the body at a later date.

One of the reasons why I chose to attend classes on-line was because it gave me the flexibility to attend school and at the same time allowed me to have time to recover from the remaining afflictions I encountered. There is no way, I could leave a brick and mortar university whenever I encountered my many afflictions and still be able to manage my assignments and keep my grades up. I also discovered that the hardship of attending classes changes some as you move forward. I realized that I had to give my brain time to adjust and to adapt to the