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 By Gary Rogers Jun. 14, 2007 May 2, 2007 was a typical day. Everything was going very smoothly. Tracy and I had our dogs inoculated, and she was planning our wedding on June 16, 2007. It was about 4:30pm in the afternoon, and Tracy said to me, "Do you want me to bring you back anything from Wendy's?" I responded with, "No thank you Tracy, I love you!" I then fell asleep on the couch in the basement. The next morning at about 7:00am, both of Tracy's children were screaming their lungs out, "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Wake-Up! Gary, Get upstairs now!" I ran over to Tracy and she was sitting upright - her corneas were not clouded over, Her youngest son called 911 and the phone was handed to me. I followed the dispatchers advice to the letter and placed Tracy on the floor, had someone hold her head, and did 450 chest compressions. I did 150 before the Paramedics arrived. I left the house to have a cigarette - the Medics gave me updates every eight minutes. The Medics stabilized Tracy enough so that she could transported safely to the hospital. Tracy's oldest son drove me and his brother to the hospital. It appeared that Tracy's brain was swollen and that her cerebral cortex was involved. In addition, they found Morphine, Valium, and Vicoden in her blood stream. I was out of Valium and Vicoden. How did these drugs get into her system? Well, it appears that Tracy took my medication (Morphine) and had hoarded Valium, and Vicoden. Because I had Morphine in a briefcase, Tracy's family has completely cut me off from ever seeing Tracy again. I did not give her any drugs, I was sleeping peacefully the previous evening in the basement. I have no idea what Tracy took, and why she took them in such large quantities. I have been ex-communicated from Tracy's entire family. Her father even took back the laptop that Tracy purchased for me, when my own computer bit the dust. Presently, I am using the library's computer each morning. I have tried writing to her family, to Tracy - a week has passed - nothing in the mailbox. Tracy, if you can read this - please call me, your mother has my cell phone number. I Love You and I Miss You So Very Much. Tracy, if you took large quantities of my Morphine - Why? In addition, why did you take such large quantities of the other medications? I was so looking forward to our marriage date. If you had second thoughts, all you had to do was say -'Gary, I really do not want to marry you.' I would have then moved out of the house. I was not going to live one more minute in your house - like a roommate. I sincerely wanted to be your husband. Why would you do such a thing? I need closure. Please call me or write a letter to me. Your mother has the address and phone number of the shelter. Tracy, I Sincerely Love You! - Why must there be all this drama? If you had wanted me to leave because you did not want to marry me.... Fine, No Problem. I would have packed my bags and left. Please answer my plea, and tell me what is going on. ------------ Email Argile Stox: argilestox@gmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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