Elderly Care System In Alabama Is Corrupt

The elderly care system in Alabama is corrupt. My mother apparently knew this which is why she practically starved herself to death rather than have to go into a nursing home in Alabama.

The nursing homes in Alabama are underfunded. In fact, they are so under funded that how they survive is to use any means necessary to secure the wealth and property of anyone who is so misfortunate to as to fall into their trap. They are like a spider's web and if you should be so unfortunate as to fall into one of these traps, they will suck you dry for all they can get.

Why do I say this? What gave me this impression? When my mother had a stroke on Aug. 28, 2003 she had to be hospitalized. She had let herself become malnourished and had a number of other medical problems. After her health improved her doctor recommended that she would need additional care and that I admit her to a nursing home, given she had given me a Durable Power of Attorney way back in 1995. So I followed the doctor's recommendation and admitted my mother to a Montgomery nursing home.

I had a chance to inspect and review only two area nursing home. There was not much difference between these two facilities so without mentioning any names, let me just say I chose the KING DING DONG nursing home. I'm calling it KING DING DONG nursing home because it is so noisy with alarms going off at odd hours twenty-four hours a day. That place is so noisy its a wonder all the tenants don't go deaf. Well, in fact, one of my mother's roommates was practically deaf which makes me wonder how long she has been at KING DING DONG.

After a time I had the opportunity to research and visit other nursing homes in Montgomery, Alabama. I decided that I wanted to have my mother transferred to Tyson Rehab Center and be placed under the care of a geriatrics specialist. I spoke at length with the staff at Tyson and after being convinced that it was a better facility, decided to have my mother transferred there and told KING DING DONG to please make all the necessary arrangements to transfer my mother. This was on Nov. 17, 2003.


Within 12 hours I got notice from KING DING DONG that they were not going to transfer my mother and asked the Court to intervene and tell them what to do. There was absolutely no valid reason for this petition to be made. My mother certainly would not get any worsecare at Tyson which in my estimate was a much better facility. It had a much better physical therapy unit which my mother could benefit from. And she would be under the care of a geriatrics specialist. I was told that my mother's doctor at KING DING DONG doped up all his patients which is why they looked and acted like zombies. They did this claiming the patients were depressed and needed the medication for their depression. Actually this was done because the environment they were placed in was so noisy, with small concrete block rooms, that this caused depression. My mother was not on any medication for depression before she went into KING DING DONG!

Hence the motive of KING DING DONG in this regard was to keep my mother doped up so she could not think clearly and so they could retain power and control over her to milk her for her benefits. My mother had already signed directives stating that she did not want to remain in a nursing home more than 60 days. And the legal team at KING DING DONG had already said she was mentally competent to make her own decisions. So the action by KING DING DONG to have the Court intervene before I could have her transferred was hardly a neutral position as they claimed. It was motivated by simple greed. They knew my mother's health care was covered for life so they wanted to keep her at KING DING DONG until the day she dies.

Thus KING DING DONG broke the agreement they had with me that my mother was admitted to their facility on a temporary bases. Also the doctor assigned to care for my mother never consulted with me despite repeated requests that I be permitted to meet with him as had been the plan when my mother was admitted. Why was not this done? I'm not one-hundred percent sure. However I did discover that other lawyers had become involved and that my mother was coerced to revoke the Durable Power of Attorney she had assigned to me. Of course no one told me about this at the time. I did not find this out until I had become so frustrated with the situation of not being able to consult with my mother's doctor, that I arranged for a private physician. When I was told that I no longer had control over my mother's medical care, I was quite shocked! A social worker told me this when I went to make arrangements for my mother to see a private doctor.

Well, after this discovery I immediately went to see an attorney. Then a new Durable Power of Attorney was signed by my mother along with a new Health Care Proxy and Health Care Directives. Thus I was able to restore the rights my mother had assigned to me. I was able to get her to see a private physician, someone I knew and had confidence in. He referred my mother to a neurologist and as I've already mentioned, on Nov. 19, 2003 she was diagnosed to have early signs of dementia. This was two days after the administrators at KING DING DONG had asked the Court to intervene to prevent a transfer.

What then happened was absolutely astonishing. My eldest brother, Carl Gregory Lynch (Greg), came to my home with his daughter, Sharon L. Crenson (Sharon), and while me and my brother, Lawrence C. Lynch (Larry), were getting into my van to go see an attorney, they abducted and kidnapped Larry. This was done by force. Sharon came up to the van and grabbed Larry pulling and tugging at him to keep him from getting into the van which I had opened from the drivers side, given the van has electric locks. When I saw Sharon pulling at Larry I ran around to the other side of the car. Greg was in a rental car parked and sitting in the driver's seat waiting for Sharon to get Larry over to the escape vehicle. They had obviously planned this abduction and kidnapping very carefully.

In fact earlier in the morning Sharon had called and wanted to know if I could meet with her and Greg at Tyson. I told her that we could not as we were going to see our attorney. I had already retained an attorney to represent Larry and I with respect to a hearing with regard to who would be my mother's guardian and conservator. This hearing was scheduled for Nov. 24, 2003 at 8:30 A.M.

Greg and Sharon were able to abduct and kidnap Larry despite my efforts to stop them by using a knife to disable their vehicle. Larry resisted but with both Greg and Sharon dragging and pulling him to the car, Larry had to do what they forced him to do. Greg had jumped out of the rental vehicle and come over to the van as soon as he saw me trying to help Larry. Sharon had pushed closed the van door locking it. I could not get the door open without a key. So when Greg came over and grabbed me I twisted around, pulled free and ran away toward the rental vehicle that was parked in the road. Then I disabled the car by flattening three of the tires. Before I could get the forth tire, Sharon and Greg had gotten Larry inside the car and Greg had come around to the driver's side where I was just getting ready to flatten the forth tire. When I looked up and saw Greg rapidly approaching me I hollered, "Stay away!" closed my knife, put it in my pocket and ran in the opposite direction. There was no way I wanted to get involved in a fight with Greg, given I was armed and did not wish to hurt him. After all, despite his hostility he was my brother.

Greg jumped into the rental vehicle and they speed away recklessly and were out of sight before I could get in my van to follow them. This kidnapping happened very rapidly and so alarmed me that my blood pressure went sky high. I ran to try to get back into the house to call police but found myself fumbling with the keys, given the door has a double lock and dead bolt. Recalling that the cell phone was in the van, I ran back over to the van, got in and called the police. While talking to the police I drove down the road trying to find out where Greg and Sharon were. I figured they would not get far with three flattened tires. However the police told me to return home, that they would find them.

As soon as I got back home I called my lawyer and related to him what had happened. Then a policeman arrived and I told him what happened. Shortly the police told me that they had found Greg and Sharon. I thought they would return Larry immediately and certainly arrest Greg and Sharon. But this did not happened. I guess Sharon and Greg lied about events, which was later verified to me in Court by testimony that Greg would give.

After the police left I went down to the police station. There was a long line and I was told it would be hours before I could speak to anyone to file a report, but that I could bring a written, notarized statement to file at anytime, as they were opened 24 hours a day. So I returned home, wrote up a report, called a private Notary Public, went over to her house and had the document notarized, then went back down to the police station and filed the report of Larry's kidnapping.

While at the police station I learned that Greg had already been there and filed his own report. So there were now on record two versions of what had happened. But what was to happen the next day was even more astonishing.

On Friday, Nov. 21, I went to the police station to press charges against Greg and Sharon. However, while there Greg showed up with his attorney, Ms. Kathryn Dickey. I thought it was really a coincidence they should come down to the police station again at the same time I was there. So when they appeared upon the scene I quietly exited and went to find my lawyer, Mr. James M. Smith. Once at his office I learned he was out on another case. I waited but he never got back so I decided to go home. While driving home I was worried about what Greg and his lawyer had up their sleeves. I figured they were probably going to try to have me arrested. So I got my dog, boarded him and went back home to wait for the police.

Of course it occurred to me that I could just leave town for a few days. That would have been simple enough to do. But then if a warrant were signed for my arrest the police would be out looking for me. I didn't like that prospect, plus I needed to keep looking for Larry. I had no idea where Larry was. And Larry needed his medicine. Larry was on medication that he needs to stay alive and when he was abducted and kidnapped, Greg and Sharon did not take his medicine. So I decided to go home and keep trying to get hold of my attorney. After all, I had not done anything. Greg and Sharon were the ones who kidnapped Larry.

Then late in the middle of the night there was loud knocking at the front door. It was the police and they had a warrant. Greg and his attorney had filed a fraudulent claim that I was crazy! When I heard this I could not believe my own ears! What preposterous lies! I told the police this but they just carry out the law. So they handcuffed me, my arms behind my back, put me in a police car and drove me to Baptist Hospital South where I was admitted to the emergency room.

Keep in mind this all happened in the middle of the night. I was not rested and very tired. Yet I had to submit to a series of examinations including X-rays, despite the fact that I told everyone there was nothing wrong with me and my dear brother, Greg, was just doing this so he could get away with Larry who he had abducted and kidnapped. I was also forced to sign a whole series of forms. I told the attendants that I did not want to sign anything but the urged me to sign everything so they could get their work done faster and that they could get me processed for admission to Meadhaven.

Meadhaven is the local nut house. It is where they take all the crazy people from around Montgomery so that they can be evaluated to see if they need to be institutionalized. Given I arrived at Meadhaven in the middle of the night (I think it was well after midnight by the time I got there), it was already early Saturday morning. So I found out that I'd be at Meadhaven the entire weekend. In fact I did not get out of that nut house until Tuesday, Nov. 25th.

While at Meadhaven I started keeping a journal. I wanted to document everything that happened to me at that place. It is an interesting story. I'd seen plenty of movies about nut houses but had never been inside one before. Meadhaven is not someplace you want to spend the weekend. It is a lock down facility with people on watch 27/7. Your every movement and action is under scrutiny. After all there are people there who really are probably quite nuts and may try to kill themselves.

I was not in the 24 hours before I had to request a room change because the hostile person I roomed with threatened me bodily harm. I guess I looked at him the wrong way or something. Another older gentleman, in his 70's I'd estimate was walking around looking for his sanity. He told me he was insane and had lost his sanity. He wanted to know if I knew where it was. So I swooped my hands like I was catching a fly, and grabbed at the thin air, just as if to catch a fly. I closed my hands together and then said to the old man, "Got it!" and gave him what I had caught. He knew well what it was. Then I said, "Try not to let it get away again," and he smiled at me. So my first day in Meadhaven I returned one old gentleman's sanity. Then I thought, maybe I was here for a reason. Maybe there was something I might learn from this experience. So I resolved to enjoy my stay at Meadhaven and see if there was anything else I might do to help bring a smile to the face of those too unfortunate to know what was going on or how to escape the madness that might have a hold upon their lives or minds.

On the second day at Meadhaven I encountered a very lovely black girl. She had an Afro about the size of a pumpkin. I thought those had gone out of style years ago. Guess not as here was this beautiful girl in Meadhaven with an Afro. So I'll just call her AFRO.

Afro had a problem. She came over and started talking to me about her problem while I was on the telephone. She said she needed to call her boyfriend and then started telling me about how mean he was to her and how she could not forgive him or herself. We talked for a bit and then I told her she really did not have to worry about anything, that God had already forgiven her and her boyfriend, that because God had given his forgiveness already she had no reason to feel guilty, depressed or confused.

Well, after I said this a light came into Afro's face. Her eyes beamed brightly and she smiled. It was as if she had never heard such words before and that I had conveyed to her the truth that she needed to hear to be set free from her mental anguish.

So on my second day at Meadhaven I cured another of their patients, at least for a moment. I don't know if the old man will lose his sanity again or if Afro will ever get back together with her boyfriend or find someone who can love her and be a better influence upon her life. But it occurs to me that if people everywhere treated people better, with decency, respect, dignity and honor, there would be fewer wackos in the world. In other words, love is the answer. If people could just get along and love each other this would solve most, if not all, problems.

Perhaps that is a very naive idea. Others have said this before. Was not teaching love the primary message of Jesus Christ? Is not loving thy neighbor the solution to many of society's problems. In fact, while at Meadheaven I did some Bible reading and some soul searching. I read the passage about the eleventh commandment, about how loving thy neighbor is God's eleventh commandment, also known as Christ's New Commandment. This is written in John 13:34-35 which says:

34 -- "A new commandment I give unto you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that ye also love one another."

35 -- "By this shall all men know that ye are my disciples, if ye also love one another."

Certainly this is truth and wisdom. Love is the solution for many of society's problems. If people just love each other they will be able to come together, to share, to help each other, to solve problems which effect them and others around them. Love is the key to salvation, salvation being the freedom from all the problems which arise when people exist in a state of friction, disharmony, intolerance and war. To have enemies means one exists in a state where there can never be peace and not having peace means no tranquility, no love. So to have peace we must have love.

I believed this long before going to Meadhaven. When I was seven years old I asked my mother, "What is God," and she replied wisely, "God is love." So in honor of my mother I am producing and publishing this blog on the Internet as my way of saying, "Yes, Mom, God is love. Now all we have to do is teach this to everyone else!"

Thus I present this narrative to help teach and educate those who will listen and read what I have to say. As we go through life we are faced with many struggles and challenges. If we approach those struggles and perceive them as challenges, joining hands and hearts with our neighbors, loving them, then we will be able to overcome any obstacle, any challenge.

Well, I did my stint at Meadhaven. I was released after a Court hearing in which my dear brother, Greg, tried his best to have me locked away. He transported Larry out of the state of Alabama to Colorado while I was in Meadhaven. Then Larry's trust fund was raided and all the income taken away. The lawyers who were appointed guardians and conservators for my mother participated in this robbery. You see, Larry has mental retardation and my mother established his trust fund so the money that she and he receive from the government would always be there, that this would be administered by me, should my mother ever be incapacitated.

Ah, but the Court in its infinite wisdom ruled this should not be. Certainly they know better than my mother, what is best for her. Thus my mother is now a ward of the great state of Alabama. And I am being sued by these Court appointed guardians in my mother's own name. What hog wash! Who do these lawyers think they are to turn a mother against a son in this way! They are the ones who need to be in Meadhaven and to be institutionalized. Let's see if they can pass the same evaluation I passed. Let's see if these lawyers are sane or insane.

Quite frankly I don't need to know if these lawyers are sane; their actions are motivated by greed. Greed is a form of insanity in some people. So call it greed or call it insanity, these lawyers are money mad. They want what once use to be my mother's property which she gave to me. But I'm not voluntarily giving them one red cent. As far as I'm concerned they are thieves, conspiring with my eldest brother or through his plan and design, as Greg has a personal vendetta to destroy my life. This is not something I've dreamt up or imagined. He told me this to my face. His exact words were, "I'm going to destroy your life! It is never going to be the same any more!" He said this in front of my mother during the first week or April 2002 after having placed a dumpster in our drive way and proceeded to remove and destroy property. Some brother I have. With a brother like this, who needs enemies.