Messages By: heather77

I agree with the responder to this persons statement. I would have shot the dog or taken it to be put down. The husband obviously saw what the dog did to his beautiful daughters face and rushed her to the hospital. He loves his daughter, BUT! made a very poor decision in my opinion. As for the leaving your husband bit.....I don't think that is called for in THIS situation. ( I know every situation is different )That just seems to be a fast and easy way out of something that you never took seriously to begin with. Marriage is for better or worse AND for keeps. So are children!  

I was a little dissapointed that Dr.Phil didn't let you finish your story about your grandmother when she was trying to tell you something. I know that people look at this kind of stuff as weird ( I have TOTALLY been there). I am not a psychic ( however it is spelled ) or medium or whatever you want to call it but I do know some things before they happen and I have also had strange encounters with stuff that people would call me crazy over. That shadow thing you were talking about? Been there, saw it, got the t-shirt. My brother and I on different occassions saw what we call a shadow man ( I also refer to it as pebble man, which I will explain in a minute ) We saw it in the house we grew up in. I was maybe....10 years old or so and I was sharing the bunk bed with my three sisters, my older sister and I were in the top bunk and my other sister on the bottom. I woke up to a strange noise in the hallway. I sat up and looked out into the hallway through our open door ( our parents didn't like our bedroom doors to be shut just in case of a fire so we could get out quickly ) and I saw a shadow of a man figure. With this shadow figure was also a shadow figure of a slingshot that he was pulling back and aiming towards me. He let it go and something hit the metal bedrail on the bed ( PING ). That scared me and I just fell back onto my bed and hid under the covers like most kids do. I don't know when, but sometime later I told my little brother about that and he told me that it happened to him too. My brother's old room had two doors to it but one was blocked off from an upright freezer for my family ( doesn't make much sense if there's a fire and the other door is blocked as well ). He said he heard something in the hallway as well one night and looked toward the door and he said the shadow man was looking at him and then ran around to the other side of the house to get to the other door to his bedroom. The shadow man climbed on top of the freezer and looked down at my brother and then used the sling shot to sling something at him also. On each occassion we woke up to find a marble on our bedroomfloors in the morning. I tend to call the shadow man pebble man because it sounded like a pebble hitting the metal bedrail when I was litlle.  

I think we must have some sort of 6th sense about us. I have excepted Jesus Christ into my life and He helps with through His Holy Spirit to deal with the things that are thrown at me. I try not to ask too many questions about why I see things before they happen or why is this happening to me. I just try to deal with it and I definitely do not tell many people because they look at me funny  and say I'm weird & stuff. ( except now a lot of people just read this )This is getting too long for me to be able to tell you all the things that have happened to me. I just pray and ask God to help me when something happens whether it is a vision or whatever. Too little is known about this kind of stuff because people like me don't  ( usually ) tell people about this. I would rather not have the namecalling and weird looks so I just don't tell people. Anyway.......I believe you!  He that is in me is greater than he that is in the world! Heather 

   I am the fourth child of five kids that my parents had. Unlike that guy who wrote the book A Million Little Pieces ( or whatever it is called ) everything I type today IS the truth. I will not change anything for anybody. I cannot even begin to tell you the hurt I still feel to this day. These are my family members: Tom (dad) Thalia (mom) Sean (oldest brother) Brittany (oldest sister) Robyn (older sister) Heather (me) and Colin (younger brother). I was in the first grade when my Uncle Dave turned my mother into Children's services about the way we lived. He lived out of state and he came to visit us one day. I was in the livingroom sitting down by the front door and my mom and Uncle were standing close to the hallway when I heard him say "You shouldn't be living like this" "If you don't clean the house then I'm gonna call children's services and have your kids taken away". I WAS RRIIGHT THERE IN THE ROOOOMM WHEN HE SAID THAT!! Talk about scaring a kid. As soon as I heard that, I when out the front door to join the rest of my family who was waiting in the car to go out to dinner ( we went out to eat almost daily). I don't know what was said between them after that. I was just waiting in the car with my heart POUNDING out of fear, saying nothing to my siblings about what I had just heard. I was speechless and scared. My Uncle Dave and my mom came out of the house. My mom got in our car and Uncle Dave in his. We started off for York Steak House where we went often and when we parked in their lot my mom began to tell us what I already knew. She said that Uncle Dave said He was calling Children's Services on us and that all of us kids would be taken away from them if we didn't get the house cleaned up. My sister Robyn began to cry and that made me cry. My oldest brother Sean said "If they come I'm not budgin' I'm not budgin' ". Well, with the crying and all the things being said I could only think to say one thing while my sobbing....."Shut up guys", because that's all my 6 or 7 year old mind could think to say to shut them up because it was scaring me soooo badly to think I might get taken away from the only family and life I ever knew. To shorten the story a little, in two weeks we cleaned everything but my mom and dad's  room and the utility room. The Children's Services woman thought that was satisfactory and we got to stay with our mom & dad. Yea!!!!   Now, ya wanna know how long the house stayed clean? (BLINK) Not very long. There we all were again in the same situation. I don't know how old I was when Children's services was called again but we had to clean it again and so we did and then it was dirty AGAIN.  We pretty much lived the rest of our lives in a filthy house. Things around the house didn't get repaired well or at all. When I was a teenager our roof leaked very, very badly. I was the only girl left at home now and I had a two foot by two foot whole in my ceiling ( I have pictures to prove it ). We always heard something crawling around up in the attic. Right by the house was a shed with bushes around it that critters could climb to get in our attic. So they did. One night I was standing in my bedroom when I heard the "critter" up there walking closer and closer to the opening in my ceiling. I thought for sure that this would be the time it fell through the whole. My thoughts about it being a raccoon were correct. The raccoon stuck its head out the hole (not seeing me yet but I saw it), turned its head and looked at me and got scared and brought its head back up out of my room and climbed out of the roof. I was scared also because I didn't want it to fall on my floor and get scared and bite me. When it rained it literally poured in my room. I had to put a big canning pot under the whole to catch the water and then put another pot under the whole when I had to dump the water from the canning pot into the toilet. I accepted Jesus into my heart and was the only one still very active in going to church. I got so tired of the life I was living and I just cried out for help. I called a Christian radio station to see if they could help us with our roof. I am now mentioning the fact that my dad bought all the supplies to fix the roof but they stayed in our backyard...just sitting there waiting to be put on the roof. I told the station that and they said they would see if anyone could help us get our new roof on. A man called the station and said that they could do it but not until months later. It wasn't fast enough for me. Winter was coming again and I knew I would be freezing again if something didn't happen. All I could do was cry because nothing ever got fixed. The Lord heard my cries for help and one day my friend's neighbor Sue Swenor, called me up and invited me to live with her. I said yes right away. I then went into my parents room and told them that for their christmas present I was moving out. My mom asked why (in a weird way)? and instead of saying stuff like....... because this is the pits, we were neglected, and abused...things don't get fixed, I hate living here, I hate not having friends because they can't come in our house, I feel like Cinderella always cleaning up after everybody and not having it stay clean, I can't walk in this house without tripping over something, I'M TIRED OF THE RACCOON AND THE BIG HOLE IN MY CEILING ALONG WITH THE POURING RAIN, YOU TWO WON'T GET THE PHSYCOLOGICAL  HELP YOU NEED TO FIX THIS, oooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh  boy! I just said " It's time " and then I left the room. I moved out shortly after. I lived with Sue Swenor for seven months and then moved again to live with my Aunt Vikki's sister Tammy Crockette ( Ostram then ). I met the man of my dreams and we have been married for five years now. His name is Markus but we just call him Mark. We have a beautiful daughter.  

Twice in my life as a teenager and older adult, my family, friends and I cleaned the house when my parents went on a vacation and both times it got dirty again. I vowed that I would NEVER do that again unless one of my parents die and they need my help. I mean what's the point? They need professional help for their heads and heart.  

I think my mom is this way beacuse her dad was a drunk and abussive toward her whole family. When I was eight months old my Grandpa Glen Thomas shot my grandmother, Elenor Thomas in the head and killed her......after that he left and went to the water plant that he worked at and shot himself in the head by the creek that was by the water plant and killed himself.  My mom thinks that he found out he had cancer ( for the doctor gave him news he didn't want to share with anyone) and was attempting to kill himself when my grandmother came in the house, saw him and tried to stop him. The police say there was a struggle between them when all this was going on. The police also say that the last thing my g-pa touched before he left the house to kill himself was a picture of my brother Sean and a picture of my cousin Chad Thomas.  

I think that even though her life wasn't great (just like mine wasn't) that it is still hard to loose a parent let alone both at once. I think she just sort of lost it and now she lives her life in filth. I do have to say it's not as bad now but not the best either. I just wish that they were normal people who do normal things and don't hoard things. That's mostly my mom's problem. I can only remember her cleaning...like three times in my life. When I would talk to my mom about her problem she would only say " Well I never said I was perfect".    No one is, but most people clean their house and care about their family's well being. 

This isn't even half of the story but I need to stop typing. To the hoarding father of today's show: It is okay to cry. Jesus wept. You have a beautiful family! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE get the help you need so you can help your family. They absolutely did the right thing by getting Dr. Phil's help. My Uncle Dave did the right thing also. YOUR FAMILY DESERVES YOUR BEST but their not getting that right now. Man!  I just feel for you guys. I've been on your children's side for 28 years now. That has been my whole life even though I don't live with my parents anymore.....it's still a part of me and they still do not live in a fit home. I gotta go now, but I have prayed for you all. Heather77