Benevolence: Good Intentions Are Not Always as They Appear

By Sean N. Hornback

Klaus never intended or believed he would endure false Christianity in the perspective of who he thought was a woman of dignity and truth. His faith was greatly challenged as he realized his wife's, Porsh's, intentions of keeping their marriage together were not nearly as benevolent as it seemed. On the run, he travels to New Mexico with their son, Tauren. As they search to find a better life. Things quickly spiral out of control when an "Order of Protection'' is requested by his wife and granted by the court. During this journey, Klaus discovers abilities far out of his grasp of understanding, and there is no explaining the future ahead.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798885052658

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Acknowledgments

Childhood always reflected my imagination to go places in my younger millennium of exploring my inner fictional world. I’ve always had a distinct love for what I knew was never real but still wanted to explore these imaginary places in writing. For as long as I can remember, writing became a safe haven from those who didn’t understand me, who called me ‘weird’, ‘odd’, ‘embarrassing to be around’, ‘creepy’, or ‘strange’. Putting people’s real characters to life on a fictional platform always seemed fascinating to me.

This journey has been very surreal because writing Benevolence transported me into a happy place when those I thought cared for me were using me for their greater good. Though as I’ve been told-I believe in a fantasy!

Writing this book gave me courage but also a lot of self-doubt regarding my journeys ahead. I didn’t want other opinions to distract me or cause me to give up. I’ve indulged in trying to keep everyone happy, so much so that I kept forgetting what made me happy or what does make me happy. My son, Kade. Forever and always!

There were so many unrefined judgments from people around me of publishing this book because of my situation that I had been dealing with in trying to get my son back. The struggle was definitely a whirlwind and unfortunately still is until this day. How could someone hate someone so badly that they obtain an ‘Order of Protection’ of abuse and stand wrongfully accused of ‘touching your own child’ but still continue to create lies to destroy someone’s reputation.

I would like to give thanks to my parents who raised me and had to deal with me for the first eighteen years of my life, Julie Morris and Ben Morris. Their consistency to create a keen relationship with their somewhat impractical son became a chore of nothing less. It wasn’t easy doing the things I sought to do. A teenager seeks more than an adult, not realizing what challenges they may have to overcome is a mystery that becomes surreal.

I would like to give thanks to my neighbor that I call, Woody, who has been by my side through thick and thin helping me through the toughest and easiest battles I could ever have to go through for my son. He’s been such a blessing and a helping hand when I needed him. Also, other neighbors who have been with me know who they are. Thank you all so very much.

I would like to give thanks to my friend, Erika Simonson, who has been a sweet soul through my journey with my son and helped me through difficult times even when she had problems of her own. I couldn’t have gone as far as I had with my son’s case if it wasn’t for her determination of my innocence keeping evidence through the years.

I would like to thank my pastor Dan and his amazing wife Yumi. I can’t tell you how long I’ve known them though it’s been so long since they’ve been a part of my life. They have been extremely wonderful and loving in my whole time knowing them and their wonderful family.

I would like to thank the Kenney’s, they’ve helped with the remodeling of my home so that I may have my son over for visitations. They had been a huge part in exceeding what I wanted for my son. We may not always agree on a lot of things though but they’ve been like family.

I would like to thank my best friend’s, Mara and Selina Shanahan since the time I’ve known them they’ve been a rock in my life where they were and are such angels dealing with my weirdness, craziness, awkwardness, creepiness that they never left my side when things got rough and they were always there when I needed a shoulder to cry on.

You see, it’ll get rough in life, the paths we took before will grow us in the present and future. We should take risks, create failures and learn from the mistakes we make. You need to be who you are and for those who try to bring you down, prove to them with courage and stability that you’re not stopping without a fight! We are the past millenniums that have gone through the mistakes. We learn from what we did and what we do now should be able to grow us to be what we will become for the future.

I also do not want to leave out my Kansas City Editor, who spent many hours reading, editing, and providing comments, corrections and a number of suggestions. Thank you for the time and your support for my book.

I would like to give my utmost appreciation to my son, Kade, because without him I would be nothing. He has really grown me to be the father that I am today. I love my little boy so much, even when he’s over eighteen he’ll always be my little boy.

Don’t let the fear of hopelessness get in the way of what you want to do in life. The people you meet determine where you go. Not every road will be perfect though every road has a past and can lead you to a new and exciting future. Don’t choose to be someone who lies to get what they want in life. Be the bigger person and know your place before lies become who you are and not who you want to be.

This book is dedicated to everyone who fought endless battles to protect those who they love, and went through difficult paths to get to the truth!

My boy will continue being the meaning of my life.

chapter 1

I sometimes wonder what I could have done differently-how the circumstances which led to pointless overthinking pushed me into what seemed like boiling sorrow.

The monotonous concern crept through my skin in cold shivers. There were so many unwanted, unrefined, heavily problematic issues that were outrightly churning through my mind like a lost dog scavenging for food.

I could not bring myself to the concept and result of what ghastly consistency I put myself into believing I was doing right-although I was feeling bashful like I had when I first came across her lack of morality.

Her lies that seemed considerably belligerent were certainly strung by complex thoughts that gave me concern that life was about to change rapidly without a chance to have a redo. Game over.

I have speculated the probabilities of trying to balance annoyance between