Trust Can Make You Vulnerable

You know you're "right on'

When your adversary "overloads"

 

Taking you quickly down 

Creating a very long road.

 

Why do some push so hard

To cause problems?

Thanks for reading. 

It helps to see others "surround".

Here's The "New" Elder Predator:

Using AI to make me appear

"Far Over The Hill" 

 

Of all the people 

Around the world

My attacker was local. 

 

My aggressor used and abused.

A tactic by the weakest

A practice of the desperate.

  

Removing records in a private space.

Using a trusted position 

To "put me in MY place".

Truth doesn't change. 

Manipulated or not.

I won't give up;

Truth is neither cold or hot.

Boomers are the "new target".

We started the walk

Now we must "openly talk".

Today's AI can be used 

To try to confuse

Using Authority to excuse.

You can lift the veil.

Point out where 

We make "them" fail.

Writing this Blog  

Started this journey,

Finding truth, time and space.

I will not be told to "know my place".

As a woman or at an age.

That's "old school' 

No room in this Century, 

No place on "this Stage".

Is returning at a fast pace

When we accept

Manipulaiton and mistreatment 

I remain standing

You provide voices raised.

Reach out, speak up.

Carry the torch! 

Keep it lit, hold it high!

Show by your actions

You don't follow, you lead.

Or step to the back,

Let someone hack?

Your choice today.

What will remain

If you fail to see?

Individuals/OTHERS

I do not sit and count.                                                                                                         To me you are an individual.                                                                                               Not a number. Not a place.

I just wonder what I'd see.                                                                                                 If I had the ability.

To see behind those growing stats.                                                                             They show how many.                                                                    

No  "one" really counts.                                                                                                     Only the total makes some people SHOUT. 

I am curious who lives                                                                                                       In places called "Other"

In all my life journeys.                                                                                                       A sign never said:

This Way To "Here or There"                                                                                           That Way To "Other" 

Humans all.                                                                                                                       Sharing Limited Space.                                                                                                   Small numbers running llfe's race. 

Travel is a Privilege.                                                                                                         It's also a business.  

AI can write and also speak.                                                                                             Take heed you don't "read and weep".

Dig deep, find a "co-person".                                                                                       Check resumes, check all positions.

If their life is lived for others,                                                                                             It will show and shine from miles away.

They are "lights" shining through "dark".                                                                       Their focus always "from the heart".

LIfe is filled with Memories.                                                                                         Choose those who shine a "guiding light".

They care, they share, they guide and grow.                                                                    Their focus is the same as their goal.

To walk alongside, to share and create.                                                                       Their focus is a way from "me" to you.

Long Road Separates

 No land line now

In hand, pocket, purse 

We call that progress

It’s really regress

Availability when turned on

Silence when tuned out

 

So what’s the “dif” these days

“On” isn’t when it’s set to ring

That’s as old as clocks on walls

We see and believe our way is best

Today’s world the Cell is a beast at rest

 

It demands and it records

It summons and it hoards 

Every word and every deed

Forever recorded with breakneck speed.

 

Where do all these “notations go”

More importantly, where stored and why

Are we constantly observed and detailed

For what purpose are we monitored

 

Did not date or put down time

Did not see where this would align

It has a birth, others determine its line

As for me, I’ll try to enjoy the ride.

Sit & Stay

Mom sat in this chair. 

Bought for her one Mother's Day.

Never thought                                                                             

It would someday be mine.

Life is to live.

To enjoy, celebrate, and give.

In the moment, 

We see where we are.

Seldom do we see what lies ahead.                                         

We see only where we've been.

After so many years                                                                      

you'd think it'd be worn.

Love surrounds                                                                            

when it is found.                                              

Every day is new,

for those very few.

Like Mom, it's tried and true

and always "for you".

Passing through,

We're On Our Way,

To where, who's to say.

Your Mom will be waiting  for you,                                                

I heard someone once say.                                                          

The closer we get,                                                                       

The less we "give in".

To "the choice of the day"

Living, learning, finding a way. 

Life Values Hit or Miss

YOU make the difference each time you read or share with someone.                         

I value more than words can say your making time to read this day.

It's YOU who continue to make the light shine in darkness --                                    

May tomorrow open more windows and doors for all.  Here's my latest life's journey share:

Started in childhood.                                                    Finishing in old age.                               

Ideas once found.                                                        Now thoughts lost.

Time and circumstance,                                                Moved mountains into sight.      

Believed we held keys                                                  To find what's best and right.

TIME. . .

Measured individually.                                                  Seldom repeats or returns.                                        Spend Wisely.

LOST. . .

Forgotten and overlooked.                                            Passed by not seeing.                                                  Purposely set aside.

LEAVES. . .

Slips away.                                                                    Falls apart.                                                                  Held close in the heart. 

LIFE HOLES . . .                                                          Beginning To  End                                                    Growing, developing,                                                    Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.                                                                Choose or chase.

The choice is yours.                                                  Don't wait til it's too late! 

Some Pray, Others Prey

IN MEMORIAM: My Ongoing Gift to Mom

August 8th, her birth date.

Happy Birthday, Mama.-- Miss You -- 

Round The World & Back Again

As we used to say to one another.

Stil hard to accept Mom has left.

She was so strong, she did not give in.

At least that's what I saw.

Here's what I wrote 

To Honor Mom's Memory

As I deal with personal experience

Elder Abuse In A High Tech World . . .

It reminds me of 

Safety of our aging

Needs support --

Those who abuse

Need to lose.

To change the course 

Of predators with

Abilities to use

AI against us. 

Years later I still cringe.

Memories of her still like a syringe.

 

Sharks swim where there is "food"

In humans, the weak and aging 

Are the ones they choose.

A slug has approximately 27,000 teeth – 

that's more teeth than a shark. 

It's to encourage you to see the light

Behind, beyond and in plain sight. 

 

Like sharks, slugs routinely lose & replace their teeth. 

When a slug loses one of its sensory tentacles,

it grows another, usually within a few months.

Slugs appear to move slowly.

As they go, they leave behind

A trail of stinky, smelly stuff.

Human "Slugs" volunteer.

Always looking to "be near".

Invasion in my life; 

Is nothing private, safe, 

Belonging to "me" or 

To whom I CHOSE to share?

Predators abound.

They now wear 'titles"

Feeling they're "in charge".

They move into positions

Where control is their focus.

Not unlike Julia did to Mom.

Often work "the System"

Looking for the vulnerable.

 

Solo Access their desire.

Control the goal. 

 

Trust is critical to build.

It's the "Keys to their Kingdom".

 

Make the "mark" feel vulnerable.

Find fault with "family" and keep questioning.

 

Be a friend, visit often. 

Gradually find less time.

 

Remove yourself.

Build a need.

 

Absence 

Makes the Heart

Grow Fonder. 

 

Active in the Community.

Church included.

Best place to "pick and choose".

 

Those who attend "need help"

Many believe.

Others say: "It's for the weak"

 

Who goes to "Church"

To Hunt and Find? 

Some "slither in" leaving filth behind

You don't discover as they know how to hide.

Elder Abuse can be hidden from sight

Those determined know all the cards to play.

Some trained in professions along the way.

 

Beware, my friends, it's a long walk.

They seem to know, to talk the talk.

 

When you least expect they'll find a way.

Their goal to disrupt and to make "YOU" pay.

 

For what? You ask. Not seeing the lies.

Their need to control isn't seen in their eyes. 

Using AI to remove and replace,

Leaving few "foot prints" as "they" create "space"

Age is a number, it moves day by day,

Take heed you who read

As lines of demarcation are always redrawn.

Grand Reflections

Mom and Dad                                                                                                                   Go out the door.                                                                

Who returns first today?  

No way to say.                                                                                                                   All depends. . .                                                                                                                 On Work -- they say.                                                                                  

Thought I could.                                                                                                       Wished I would.                                                                           

Need arose.                                                                                                                       Time to "Close"                                                                                               

Time ran so fast.                                                                                                             "Kids" in the past.                                                              

Why do I feel                                                                                                                     they come and they go. . .

When want or need                                                                                                         gives them great speed.

Hi Nana, Bye Nana!                                                                                                           How you doin? 

We're off to the Beach.                                                                                                       Think we might still be in                                                                                                   Cell Phone Reach

Spending time has benefited them                                                                                   At great expense to me.   

So busy. No time to connect.                                                                                       They'll soon find the "pack".                                                                                             Is now on "their back".

Have they arrived? Still on their way?                                                                           Will they think to connect?                                                                                             Forget it's "My Day"?

One is abusive. He thrives on delusion.                                                                           His only response is to blame and reject.

He chose a path we could not take.                                                                                 It led to his rejection. Violence his reaction.

Not in this way. Not at this time.                                                                                         His twists and turns sets fires, create burns

Bowing only stimulates continued abuse, lies & hate.                          

Truth remains.                                                                                                                 My path is straight.                                                    

Crooked journeys in life                                                                                                   Lead to self-destruction & strife.

TWO SHORTS FOR ONE LONG.

TIME. . . 

Measured individually.

Seldom repeats or returns.

Spend Wisely.

 

LOST. . .

Forgotten and overlooked.

Passed by not seeing.

Purposely set aside.

 

LEAVES. . . 

Slips away.

Falls apart.

Runs fastest.

 

LIFE. . . 

Beginning

To 

End

 

HOLES.  

Growing, developing,

Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.

Choose or chase.

 

LONG ROAD SEPARATES

No land line now

In hand, pocket, purse

 

We call that progress.

It’s really regress.

Thought For Each Day

First and foremost THANK YOU for caring and spending your time visiting and reading this Blog. You make my day.

TIME. . . Measured individually. 

Seldom repeats or returns. 

Spend Wisely.

LOST. .  .   Forgotten and overlooked.

Passed by not seeing.    

Purposely set aside.

LEAVE. . .  

Slip away.

Fall apart.

Run fast 

 

LIFE. . .  

Beginning

To End

 

HOLES.  .  .

Growing, developing,

Influencing, affecting.

Patch or fill.  .  .

Choose or chase.

Your choice for the moment

Your "song" of the day.

Before I Go.

Reaching out,                                                                                       

We set the pace.

Busy is not reason 

to replace.

 

So easy to share 

with dozens and more.

 

What are you doing 

standing here and there?

 

Maybe a “video” 

or “reel” to share.

 

Your voice, your notes, 

are what we crave.

Too busy, you say?

Click and I’m far away.

 

To find another 

time to spend.

To share with many

before “the end”.

 

One phone call 

over decades.

 

You’re not a child.

You call your friends.

 

Make your plans.

We are all moving 

toward “the end”.

 

How many times 

Did you visit ?

Relatives, Family and Friends?

 

Close to where you lived?

When you went on trips?

 

“We” should be calling, 

Connecting with “You”?

Realize you’ve drifted apart

It was great then, at the start.

 

Now they have different interests

Their time is theirs to spend

 

You’re only in the picture

When it can be seen or sent

 

Always “we” should provide,

Give and hand out 

Hands and pockets opened wide.

Where does that get "you", my friend.

Same place as all others, to the very end. 

May She Get What She Gave

ABUSERS are in plain sight. 

We might even see them as "helpers".

They infiltrate a Senior's life seeming to care. 
They often "work" or "volunteer" with Seniors. 

They may, like our abuser, even be a "professional" 

in the field of "caregiving" and holding valued 

and valuable credentials like Doctor, Nurse, etc.

Ours was an RN -- she'd let her license expire, 

until she found a "perfect subject" and knew 

she needed to renew the one piece of paper 

that gave her a License to "report" to the State.

She gave false, misleading and deceptive information.
Old saying "Wolf in sheep's clothing" is a warning.

Someone who intends to do wrong

Can appear to be helpful, caring, 

claiming interest in "coming alongside;

 

All the while they're watching, 

waiting and anticipating -- 

to make their move.

 

To gain control of the Senior,

upon whom they want to prey 

and the family members or friends.

How do they find "us" -- the people who care for,

try to care for, loved ones with challenges?

 

They lookfor aging  and possibly 

in the stage of Dementia 

where they can be influenced, 

led &  talked into taking actions or 

"taken" through theft and manipulation.

Ever watched a predator. 

They wait. They watch. 
They single out "the most vulnerable".

When predators focus, it's on those they see 

as weak and they locate their "prey", 

they act like any other animal "hunting".

 

She convinced Mom to move out

of the home we shared for decades.

 

Didn' know until my oldest son told

me I'd been abusing his grandmother.

 

Interesting. Mom had everything.

Julia made sure she had the minimal.

The easier to control and separate. 

 

Anyone who takes an Elder to their

Bank, has them close a checking account 

Has them pay for a Safety Deposit Box

ensuring their name is on it -- 

I call that a Predator.

 

Julia's aging. I hope she lives long.

I pray she gets the treatment  she gave

To our most vulnerable including MOM.

 

How many has she manipulated, controlled,

and, yes, tried to or actually stolen from?

As I move forward, Advocating for Seniors

I know I can't move Mountains.

 

On the Government Level or related, 

my focus is to Raise Awareness.

Grass Roots Actions Are Important.

Volunteer. Visit Senior Residences.

Observe. Watch. Report when needed.

Open Doors & Windows Let in Fresh Air.

Report. Report. Report. 

Down The Rabbit Hole

It’s in plain sight 

A short distance away

If I plan my time just right

Today’s my day!

 

I’ve been told 

“I” Can Do It!

It rings in my ears

It sits in my brain.

 

What exactly am I aiming for?

How do you Play "This Game"?

 

Gram and Gramps thought they “had it”

They worked and they gave.

Typical Worker’s Dream 

All have tried and seen.

 

Then Mom and Dad 

Were  boosted into place.

Took over the reins

Always“First” in The Race.

 

College was necessary.

The Best one you could find.

.

Never mind the payback, kids,

Your time, not mine.

 

You look ahead and see

Dark clouds moving fast.

Rain and snow 

Needed to grow.

 

All the Prep and Change

Will “definitely "help me”.

Stop sign ahead, must look around.

Put everyting you know down on the ground.

Those steps you took, 

Made you look.

Now they're obsolete.

Not used by anyone "on the street"

 

When will I see where I should go?

Each path I take is at “full load”

 

Someone’s arrived before I could see

The “best place” is taken,

And it’s not by ME.

 

So now what, I ask

What’s the “New Task”?

Setting me on my way

Creating MY “Perfect Day”?

 

Follow the Rabbit

See it run for its hole?

Smart bunny, bunny.

He knows where to find moles.

 

Those creatures can dig.

They know where to go.

Now “If Only” I can learn

Then maybe I will earn.

 

My dreams will come true.

Or will I be – like you? 

Level Up

It’s all about improving “you”.                                

That’s the Key for all you do.

Don’t settle for “down” 

When you can move around.

Raise hands, Move feet!

Step up to be seen, ensure to meet.

Listen and learn!     

Time to think and turn.

Self improvement

Is the chance to take.                                                   

You can still create and make.

Find the “right path”.                                                      

Be On Your Way.

Today there’s Free Speech.    

And you can teach.

Will the path continue to provide 

Or are we stepping onto another ride?