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If you could connect with one person from your past, who would it be and why?
Submitted by NayNay72.

If I could connect with one person from your past, who would it be and why?
There are so many people that I may want to connect with....but it causes me panic attacks. I think if I could turn back time I would  have to make some difficult choices if it came down to just one person. If I could turn back time the clock would go back to October 02, 1968. Sandra Dee had a multiple pregnancy. She had offered to be a surrogate mother to ten unwanted test tube babies. There were other surrogates but Sandra was responsible for only ten. A newspaper was handed to her while recuperating in Birmingham Maternity Hospital. "My name is not Sheryl Thorn and I did not release this news to the newspaper." The newspaper said one baby had died out of the six sextuplits. As soon as I saw the word sextuplits I knew I had to leave England immediately.
Queen Elizabeth had sent a pair of safety pins made of gold for the first born. However, these children were non royals believe me. Their daddies may have been FBI men working in the FBI lab that had offered sperm for research. Or, they may have only offered blood for the dna research. If I had not held the vial in my hand, I would not have known of their existence. Does knowing about their existence constitute murder if I allowed them to be deliberately disposed of without protection from the throne? There was no law book that had an answer.
I was found guilty in LA for "crimes against the State of California" in the spring of 1968. "What did I do?"
Apparently there is a law on the pertaining to the negro that reads that if they are found to be dimwitted they could be put to death, that is that "smiling too much" and excessively was a symptom of having a dimwitted mind. "But, I thought that this law only applied to a white father who's negro child may be found wanting and the law allows him to put his own child to death?"
"But, I am not negro."
I would not want to be in the shoes of said white father in the day of judgment because if this is what they could do to a Sandra Dee and a Audrey Hepburn then they would do it to anyone's child. Did they do it to a Portuguese nun? I had lost a child during the filming of a movie. The boys were not connected to Hollywood. They may or may not have planned a robbery but one tripped as he turned to look back and was not watching where he was going or thinking about what he was doing.
"It wasn't my gun. I was  handed the gun. I didn't know if it was loaded."
I was allowed to cross examine. He was just a teenager. A boy from Ireland. Perhaps things would have turned out differently if he had not been from Ireland. Ireland...the wild mustang...not yet tamed. Ireland...beaten over and over and over again for being dimwitted and stupid, arrogant and naucious. But, there is something about Ireland that dances up a storm. It is part of my blood and I cannot get rid of it that easily. I stood up.
"I don't have my baby anymore. It is dead. There is nothing I can do about. Jesus can do something about it. One day my baby will be resurrected. I don't have my baby but I do have you."
He looked up. He knew he was in trouble and trouble was in his eyes. It is in his birth to, by nature, to be wild I think. They do it without thought. A Brit does things quite deliberately with lots of thought. Many of the Irish were illiterate. They couldn't afford schools nor churches. They could only afford to pay the tax to England and even that they did shoddily.
His eyes harden. What was he thinking? Maybe he could make a run for it? Maybe his aim should have been higher? So much anger. Years and generations of anger. But, not all the Irish think as he do they? I know they don't. I met two very impressive Irish boys. Not before this trial...around 1970. Kate Bush was enrolled into an Irish army, quite accidentally, and some of the Irish boys may have been suspects in a bombing of a psychiatric hospital that were performing illegal research on pregnant women. Research that left some of the babies born without hearing. They were ordered by the Queen to "stop". The bodies of about four so-called rebels were lying in the hot sun. The Irish were not allowed to just remove the bodies so I went to verify the death. Can you believe that there was not one Irish surgeon nor physician in Ireland? They were waiting for Scotland Yard. They were waiting for a physician to be sent possibly from England itself.
One of the young men were not dead. He had damage to one his head and his eye. I spotted a boy watching quietly. "Come over here!" I could just tell that if he could have helped - he would have helped. "Watch what I am doing?"
He watched.
"Take this in your hand."
He held the razor in his hand. I placed my hand over his and drew a line cutting the flesh away. I showed him how to sew and such a fashion as how not to leave a thick scar. I showed him how to remove a bullet and to use a cigar to close. If I had to wait for a doctor ...I would have been dead a long time ago. I showed him what Mel showed me.
Now they had a doctor. Perhaps, several new medics?
The other young Irish boy that caught my eye had gathered on a street. As soon as he saw me step from a cab with a police officer, his chest went out and his hands went down his sides. Was his father in an army or navel reserve?
It did not seem to matter that I was an Englishwoman on that day. Was this when the Black Book was being made?
I walked over and bent my head towards a local man.
"Who is that boy?"
A name was given.  I had ordered a guard to fetch him to  lawyers for  the royals.
"What does she want with him?" his parents wondered. First in the mind, might be an execution for spatting or jaywalking, "possibly sex?" No...they had to think about this and would send his older brother as a guard so he could spy and report back.
They both sat with me and the lawyers.
"Do you do well in school?"
"So..so." Was this about school? Should he have tried to be a better speller? Had his lunch been wanting?
"No matter. I am not interested in your marks."
"Is it sports you'd be interested in?" asked the older brother.
"No."
"I have arranged with these gentlemen that you are to finish school, with or without an A, and then it is my wish for you to go on to university."
"Pardon me ............, but he don't do so good in school."
"Do you?"
"I do better."
"The two of you are to go to university."
I paused before I left, "and I would really like you to be lawyers...but you can choose for yourself..."
After all, England is a democratic society...sort of..
"Excuse me, ............, but you really must hurry. You are to have tea with ........"
I stopped. "What did you say?"
"You are to..."
"Did I ask you to make this arrangement for me?"
"No...but the schedule?"
"Did I ask you to make a schedule for me?"
"But, all royals (and non royals I suppose) MUST do their duty."
"A royal sir...does not dance the tune to the order of another..."
He had to think about it!
"I do not have to have tea with people I do not want to have tea with."
No...I want..."Tommy?"
He smile is crooked. "Shall we play?"
Why does everyone interrupt my play time?
The LA Irish lad is extremely hostile. I watch him very carefully. His eyes are pacing back and forth like a wolf. He is trapped and he can't get out.
"I can't go to jail," the words pushed through his teeth and if I had been closer would he have taken another bite.
"But, you will go to jail."
He went back reluctantly to his cell - his eyes searching frantically for a crack in the walls.
I made some telephone calls. There was a sergeant general army type person I wanted him to meet...that is if he was willing to come out of retirement. Not exactly a half way house - but he would learn to mind. There are rules of engagement are there not? He would learn what is acceptable and what is not acceptable in a community.
2006
"Why do my sons have a truck driver mentality?"
"I don't know Dennis. Why do you think that your sons have a truck driver mentality?"
It wouldn't even occur to Dennis to hit a passenger or someone walking down the street. He is still working on figuring out why Canada allows people to own guns.
"and then there is Bo (Bradley Grant Cutforth)...speak of the Devil...with a Sean Connery charm"...and it is like we are trying to tame a wolf all over again.
Brad decided to try truck driving that year. Dennis should not have asked - but he did. Bo decided to give up roofing. He had already tried all the construction crews.
He calls once in a blue moon when he is driving and tries to stay awake.
"I made up a country and western song...do you want to hear it?"
One should never treat someone else's son different from one's own kin. One never knows if the same situation might arise in one's own family. I did not want a teenage boy going into San Quentin and I bought the premises that would house an Irish prisoner and other boys would be added to it. He would be allowed to walk around in a army like senerio and not caged in a pen. He would always hate me. That is his nature.
My baby is dead. I called my baby "greensleeves". His father loved shirts of colour but the green may or may not have been an army uniform. I twirl the bottle around in my fingers. There is life in that said bottle. What to do? What to do?
I was to be executed it appears for "crimes against the State of California" which when asked was for "smiling excessively."
It occurred to me, "if I am to die...why don't we die together...huh?" And, let Jesus deal with us all in the resurrection.
I was arrested before my lawyer could get a retrial and quickly placed in the electric chair on the same day as the arrest. How strange? Hundreds of real murderers are on death row for ions and I am always pushed to the head of the line by quick one hour judges and juries who eat supper together. It is my final hour. It is time for me to say a prayer asking for God to open the eyes of the ungodly be it elders and gentry from the local JW congregation and bar. I am in the middle of the pray and a man goes to reach over to pull down the current ahead of the schedule time of execution. I cried out, "wait...I am not finishing praying to my God." I screamed the rabbit scream, "J...E...H...O..V..A...H...!!!" The box exploded and only a small current passed through me to my feet which were burnt slightly. They better hope that these are human embroys? I passed out.
Perhaps Frank Sinatra was just as angry as Frank Roncorelli (son of Mussolini - who thought marrying me would be a plus...crowns are an Italian thing are they not?) or maybe it really was Jehovah. I really don't know Jesus personally although I had offered to be betrothed to him several times. The Bible tells us that the robe of Jesus is to be covered with blood in the future at Armageddon when he kills all of his Father's enemies with a sword. Would he jump the gun? I am grateful to whoever it was that decided that a woman with a multiple pregnancy should not be put to death. Where was Bobby Darin?
Erich Segal showed up to check out the vitals under the eye of the guards and cameras. He was the last in the line and would have a car parked for a gettaway...all night. Alexander and Onassis had come in to say goodbye and to check the vitals. Was someone going to be saying goodbye for not kneeling enough? Paul Anka kissed me on the mouth and shoved a key to an apartment into it. Erich washed my body. It is a Jewish thing perhaps. He was always looking over my shoulder at the lab wondering, "how does the skin repair itself?" I was working on a transplant drug which may or may not have gotten me into trouble with the law.
Electrocution has to be one of the worse ways to die next to gasing. Both would be horrible. Fire would be the worse. I waited till everyone was preoccupied, stood up, and stumbled down the street. I wasn't looking for Erich. I was looking for Dolphins and whales that I had been feeding and studying. I was heading for the ocean. I had a theory if I could get to water that I would be okay. If I made it even to a morgue. I would live again. The next movie would be called The Manchurian Candidate.
Oct 02, 1968
We didn't die. Me and ten passengers.
I just sat. Now what? Six were removed by caecarian section. It was not a surgeon who did the initial surgery. It was an aboriginal related to Frank Sinatra who followed my instructions and Natalie Wood 1 who acted as midwife. The largest of the ten would be removed. The four others would follow later and tag around with me.
Erin Brocovich was on time and along with Marion, Roberta and Qwen, they removed the babies from the incubators in the presence of Glen How legal representative for The Watchtower. I am not sure if incubators had been made as yet but Onassis knew of people that could make almost anything and so did I. I don't know what they were thinking. One of the babies was dropped onto the floor before the hospital staff moved in to put them out. I had been called down from my hospital room down stairs to speak with reporters at the time of the break in of the hospital nursery. A nurse had come running in a panic. Onassis rushed in to protect me with bodyguards and made arrangements for me to flee to another country where I met up with  Bobby Darin.
That was my mistake. I should have stayed. I should have arrested everyone involved. I should have done the Dutchess of York thing and not the nun thing. I should have had them all beheaded publicly including all elders involved in both Canada and the USA. I should have arrested all non JW involved in making arrangements for funerals and court dates on late Friday afternoons and the weekends. I should have arrested all reporters and studio personal and all janitors. I should have arranged for the arrests of people living at the Watchtower and all other buildings used by the Watchtower people. I should have arrested people in the Anglican church that may have supported other movements involved in the death of pregnant women. I should have brought in the army and closed down the military hospital in Ireland caring on medical experiments on the public. That is what I should have done instead of trying to be peaceful. "There can be no peace," lamented Jehoshaphat as long as Jezebel is alive," and he killed every one involved in Baal worship and child and human sacrifice. I should have arrested all Catholic priests that were wondering between the Church and the JW organization. I should have issued a strong public admonition to the Pope himself for refusing to excommunicate Nathan Knoor and all supporting him in trials that lead to the death of women smiling too much. I should have issued a strong public admonition to the Pope for not sending lawyers to protect the rights of the Catholic nuns who died by means of court trials. I should have brought in the armies.
After the axing of the babies from the USA nursery and subsequent trial and his refusing to send aid. I ripped up his photo. To which the Pope responded by sending me into hiding in France for a rest. It is so hard to argue when people do kind things.
October 02, 1968 was the turning point.