Ground Zero

By Anthony Robert Murphy

 

Ground Zero started out as a journey of self discovery just after my mind was stolen and personal identity vanished while I was incarcerated and tortured for alleged crime that never was in Daytona Beach Florida on Cinco de Mayo 2008. After being on the county trial docket innocently for 17 months the charges of criminal mischief we

• Language: English
• Publisher: URLink Print & Media, LLC
• Release date: May 23, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643675381

Anthony Robert Murphy

ANTHONY ROBERT MURPHY was born at Georgetown Hospital in Washington D.C. in 1971. He was adopted at birth by a hardworking middle class family and raised in a small Maryland suburb just outside of the D.C. line. Anthony received a private Catholic education throughout high school attending St. Ambrose Elementary School in Cheverly Md., Archbishop John Carroll H.S. in Washington D.C. and one year at St. Vincent Pallotti H.S. in Laurel Md. He went on to attend the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis Md. After attending the Academy, he graduated from Coastal Carolina University in Conway S.C. with a business degree in Marketing. Anthony has had a multitude of work and life experience ranging from many marketing and sales positions to a management position with Sherwin Williams. He worked as a mortgage loan originator, Realtor for a few companies including Remax. He has also been self employed as a Real Estate investor just to name a few. Currently, Anthony has found a new interest in writing and Ground Zero is his first publication. Anthony is single and has never been married and has recently returned to his roots of origin in Maryland.

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Ground Zero

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22.05.19

Contents

Introduction and Dedication

The Ground Work

Conclusion

Introduction and Dedication 

Dear Mother,

I hope you don’t mind, I don’t think that I have ever referred to my real mother by that name though I went around the horn in my book that I am dedicating to you. I went from mom to Tara to Mrs. Murphy and I certainly didn’t leave out Katherine, the one that I know she hates and now real mother. Even though you and I both know that my last name is not true, it seems more true than not considering that you at this point in my life are still just a figment of my imagination though it is quite certain that you actually exist or did at one time. You have to because without you there would not be me or the story that you are about to read.

I’ve tried to locate you a few times to no avail. It seems that the records are pretty well kept in this earthly world. I went to the court house, wrote letters and my parents even hired a private detective once but after that failed I lost interest somewhat. So now this is my last ditch effort to find you here on earth.

I’d like to say that I think about you every day but that would not be true either. Actually, sometimes days, months and even years go by without you even crossing my mind. You don’t have to because my real mom has been so great to me. She gives me unconditional love no matter what which doesn’t really give me the time to wonder for the most part. And like Megan often reminds me, that is not all that common to come from adoptive mothers. So you can be at peace knowing that I have been in good hands since the last time you saw me.

But just because I don’t think about you all the time does not mean that I am not eternally grateful for the courage and sacrifice that you went through to have me. Because without that, I would not be here today to tell you my story.

Contrary to some peoples beliefs and current doubts and sympathy’s, I’ve had a pretty amazing life so far minus the last couple of years that continues to still be weighed down by many, erasing all of the good times and accomplishments that I have tried to highlight in the darkness of the trauma that has consumed all of our lives over the last couple of years. Though I have never seen you and may never will here in this world, you and your family are not to be excluded from that statement.

The majority of my book is in the form of letters and journals written to friends, mentors, pastors, family members and others, all who God has sent to me as witness and who gave me all of the support that was needed to make it as far as to include you as a final witness to end my current story. I’m putting this last letter first in my book in which the beginning is in the end.

How fitting is that in this crazy mixed up world that you brought me into. But whatever you do please don’t believe the hype from the prosecution, prison guards, some of the police officers and even the Judge and some of the religious figures in Volusia county Florida, all who hold the utmost credibility in their own world. Or for that mater, Anytown, USA from what it seems.

They don’t know me; they are just riddled by the shadow that their own fear, deception, lies, bigotry and hate have created and not to mention jealousy and greed. After all it’s just their young, immature, slender and ignorant roots shining through. They didn’t even bother to ask or even apologize after they so callously abused all of the civil rights that this country has fought so had to obtain while they drug things out to the bitter end.

In the end, leaving every stone unturned without a shred of evidence to uphold their frivolous and unwarranted accusation that a crime had occurred. However, in a twist of fate, the underside of those same rocks served as a mirror reflecting the crime or crimes that were committed by them. And to boot; they never even gave me the opportunity to even tell my side of the story, so here it is for you and the world around.

Besides my account, Id like you to listen to the friends and mentors that I have included in my book as well as all of the people who have know me my whole life. The same life that was almost lost forever to the chains of oppression.

With my pen as my weapon I was able to escape those same chains that otherwise would have left my story undocumented by me. The truth unknown, which has been the fate for so many countless souls that have traveled the same road and others who continue to do so today.

So if you are out there or there is anyone who knows of your secret, come forward now or forever hold your peace. Life, it’s an electric word; because forever is a mighty long time and I want to tell you there is something else, the afterworld. A world of never-ending happiness, you can always see the sun day or night. And if the elevator tries to break you down, Go Crazy! That’s just a few words from a song entitled Let’s Go Crazy by Prince. And it’s so true. You’ll see; it’s all in the pages ahead.

Your son forever,

Anthony Robert … WHO??

The Ground Work 

Dear Claudia,

Thank you again for calling back last night. I was upset and wanted to talk and try to deal with the issues that are preventing us from becoming closer. If I had a dime for every time you didn’t call back I would already have a million dollars, and I would not have to get my book published.

One of the differences between us is that I am an open book and you are a vault. Something has to give, and lately it has all been coming from me. Like your brother said about the two-way street to Pennsylvania, a relationship is a two-way street, and I feel that I have been doing almost all of the driving, without getting anything back. I am becoming depleted, which is leading me to become very frustrated.

I thought that I was reading you and your needs, and I feel like I have been bending over backwards to try and accommodate them, but it seems as if I am an absentee player, and many times I feel invisible.

I am not interested in a relationship in my head but rather one in reality. I have been living in my head for long enough, and now that I have made it back to the surface it feels like you are still just in my head.

I had an amazing time with your family, and I felt that we really connected. If you are not able to give me what I need and deserve, I would like you to be honest with me and yourself.

I am willing to get help and counseling for any issues that you may want to work through, but you also must take the initiative if you want this relationship to work. Things don’t fix themselves in the closet; we can’t avoid them and not take issue with them.

I am willing and able to help in any way, but you must want it as well. I’m sorry for being blunt, but this is the truth of how I feel. Again, I’m an open book, and if you want to work things out and communicate, it is a two-way street.

Are you willing to meet me halfway?

Love,

Anthony

Dear Kim,

It’s hard to bring to focus the outstanding progress that I have made. Last week I was totally free of the negative thoughts and emotions that I had escaped from in the first place. I did things for myself for the first time in a while, and then I really began to pamper myself by doing things just for me, nothing else. I watched a few movies and went to the park and the aquatic center, just to name a few. Feeling good is an emotion, and it seems when I have time to feel good about myself, it begins to brew up a lot of animosity from the feeble-hearted. This week I spent a lot of time calming down the absolute fear that arose when my parents couldn’t see that things are better. The smallest hints of imperfection were analyzed and focused on, even for things that happened in the past.

So now that that storm is over, it’s back to making progress. It would be nice if instead of worrying about what might happen and trying to hide my imperfections, I could have some assistance and help with this progress that I have been making.

I can’t change the past or whatever mistakes have already been made, but I can use them as lessons and tools for my journey ahead. I can imagine that many people, including my parents, would try to hide facts about being arrested and put on trial for something that may be perceived by others as embarrassing; however, to the contrary, I am using the experience as a support for the future and amplifying things by putting them out in the open for everyone to investigate.

After all, I have nothing to hide. A huge mistake was made and a crime committed, but no one seems to want to reveal the truth of the matter while things are still hidden away in court records and hospital and jail files.

How similar is this to the already hidden files concerning my birth records? Both of my mom’s have spent a lifetime hiding the truth. But what many people don’t realize on this earth is that the truth will be know and already is in the world that all of us will be in after this very short, short life is over.

People have walked this earth for thousands of years and will continue to do so after all of us are gone. Just imagine how many people who have died before us and intimately understand that already—and may be watching now in amusement.

So what’s the delay already; why are these records such a secret? To me it’s just a matter of time, and you know that my time is unlike a lot of people’s time in this world. To me there is no urgency or shame. I’m just sharing the truth and some facts that may help other people put things together if I am so blessed to be released from this hell before the truth is known on this earth.

So just think of me as a mere reporter. I wonder if real reporters get burned as badly as I do.

Take care,

Anthony

Hello Meg,

Age is just a number that gets larger every day. Time itself does not move in forward or reverse. The world uses universal measurements that repeat in an organized fashion to assign a sequential number to this reoccurrence.

Occurrences and events become larger, as I refer to later in this book where I use puzzle pieces to represent occurrences and events, the puzzle gets larger and larger at each designated reoccurrence, creating theoretically a larger puzzle with more pieces. How much larger or how many more pieces has no relevance to the time that