This is an intriguing narrative of one man’s complicated and sometimes
desperate struggle for survival. Friend
and foe alike assail him from every side!
At times his sanity is delicately balanced between total paranoia and
reality. The reader is drawn into the
inner workings of a most complicated study of human emotions seldom encountered
in this contemporary Era of literature.
Robert A. Haynie is
a new talent with the potential to become so popular the Public Library will
want to keep his work under lock and key.
This document makes the high intensity gauge hit the red zone. This outstanding manuscript is hypnotic!
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ROBERT A. HAYNIE
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2005
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PREFACE
This is a short story of facts and events, leading up to me becoming the number One, a title or position that I never wanted or needed. "As God is my witness."
ROBERT A, HAYNIE
When I was growing up in Chicago, my
life was quite normal. I had my family and friends and that was all I needed. I
had a good childhood and we played all the games children play. There were
gangs present at all times, and sometimes I had to fight my way to school.
This went on through grammar and high school. When I was old enough, my father
took me to work with him. I started working at a very young age and I also
developed a strong work ethic early in life.
After I graduated high school, I went into the service because I did
not like the things I saw going on in the neighborhood. I was in the Marine
Corps for one and a half years. I had signed up for four years, but I could not
complete them because I was always getting into trouble. Sometimes it was my
fault and sometimes it was not. Anyway, I was honorably discharged and I went
home to find the same things going on in the neighborhood. And I made up my
mind that I was not about to live that kind of lifestyle. So I went back to the
company where my father worked. That did not last too long because the
management did not like me very much and I did not want to cause problems for
my father and I went to work elsewhere. For a few years I went from job to job
because I did not know what I wanted to do. The company my father worked for
was starting a new department and I had the opportunity to work in this
department alone. I learned the machinery that the packaging industry was using
to make plastic products.
While I was there I met a young girl from Mexico and after a few months
we were living together. I had no plans for marriage, but that was soon going
to change because a few months later she became pregnant. So the honorable
thing for me to do was marry her, which I did. Things were going good on the
job and at home with my new wife and soon after that my son was born. I was
happy because they were both in good health. I did not love my wife when we
were first married, but as time passed I grew to love her very much. Pour
months later she was pregnant again and I began to increase my output at work
because I wanted to provide a good life for my family, just like any normal
father would.
When my first daughter was born and again I was happy they were
in good health. And I was making a good living for my family. Things were going
along just fine. Then my wife told me she was pregnant again but that was OK
because we had decided that after this one we would not have any more so that
we could provide a good life for our children and one day send them all to
college. The months went by and soon my second daughter was born and my family
was in good health. So now I have learned the entire business and I am
contemplating starting my own business one day so my children can have the
things I never had and I can give them the opportunity to see dome of the better
things that life has to offer.
By this time my wife had been away from her native home for a long
time. She wanted to visit her mother, and her mother wanted to see her and the
children. So on February 2, 1987, she and the children went to Mexico to visit
her mother. I really did not want her to go, but there was nothing I would not
do to make her and my children happy. I went to work every day as always and
when I got my paycheck I would pay the bills and send her money every week for
her and the children, Months pass1 d
and I missed them very much. When it was time for her to come home, I sent her
the money for the return trip. I waited but she did not return, so I asked her
brother who worked on the same job as I did if there were some problems going
on that I should know about. He told me to take it easy. I can understand that
they do not like me, but when it comes to my children, I really could
not care less if you like me or not.
I decided not to send her any more money while she was in Mexico. I
knew that once the money ran out she would have no other choice but to contact
me and explain to me what she was doing. I did not wait for her to contact me—I
sent her a letter explaining why I would not send any more money, and for her
and the children to come home. After that I did not write to her any more.
Since I would not talk to her, she called my father at his house and arranged
for me to talk to her the next day. I went to my father’s house and talked to
her on the phone and explained to her that I was not about to send her any more
money to come home, but I would make the reservations for the plane trip home.
While this was going on,
there were some other problems at work. It had come to my attention that the
executive president of the company and my supervisor were plotting to kill me
because they thought that since I was having domestic problems at home that I
was going to be some kind of problem. This was not the case at all. First of
all, my so-called domestic problem had no effect on my job performance, and
besides that, it was none of their business! The reason I know that they were
trying to kill me was because they were quite open about it, but they would
not face rue and tell me in person. Because they were and still are a bunch of
gutless cowards. That was their first attempt to kill me. For the whole month of August 1987 they tried
to kill me. That is when they found out
something that they were not supposed to know.
After that I made the reservations for my wife to come
home with the children. Since I was on vacation, I decided to go to Mexico and
make sure that this never happened again. So I went to Mexico for one week and
a half. I had a nice time there, but I did not like the circumstances that
brought me there. I met her family and they had the opportunity to meet me. A
week and a half went by fast and it was time for us to return home. We arrived
in Chicago New Year’s Day, 1988. I was happy to be back with my children, and
then it was time for me to go back to work.
Everything was fine for a while and I started thinking
of buying a house so I could start my own business out of my garage after
work. The company was making good money and so was I, but that was not enough
money to send three children to college. I mentioned to my supervisor that I
was going to start my own business so I could provide a better life for my
children. Now they had already tried to kill me in 1987 and could not get the
job done. I let the situation pass by because I knew they were making a
mistake. So I went to work as usual and continued to improve my skills.
By this time my children were about to
enter school for the first time.
Everything was going fine but there was still the
company’s failed attempt to kill me. And I think they found that simple little
fact to be unacceptable. At that time this information was not public
knowledge. The only reason this executive president wanted me dead was because
I wanted to be successful. It had nothing to do with me being anti-Semitic,
which I never was. I didn't know what it meant until I looked it up in the
dictionary.
There were always drugs on the job, and after a while
the young men became very open about it. Being an open person, I would talk to
anyone. Because now I was totally isolated from the rest of the workers
after they tried to kill me and was unsuccessful, this was a problem and I
tried to explain to them that if they did not keep their activities under cover
that I was going to get the blame for their actions. Sure enough, they called
the police and said I was selling drugs even though they knew I was not. And
that is when they started to call me 'Boss
Man.' I never sold drugs and the company knew this. Now the drug dealers were
trying to kill me because they thought that I was trying to take over the
entire drug market.
At the same time, gangs were trying to do drive-by shootings on me. And
if that was not bad enough, then everybody in that company started saying that
I was the devil. The only reason they said that was because the entire
management staff, under the direction of the executive president of the company
told them, who just happened to be Jewish. So the rumors went into the street.
And that was the beginning of the gathering of all the people on this planet.
While this was going on, I continued to go to work as usual. But these rumors
put my family’s lives in danger. Because they said that I was raising demons.
Now I felt like I was living in medieval times. At that time I carried a
semiautomatic pistol for self-protection. We lived in a Mexican neighborhood
because I wanted my wife to be comfortable with her surroundings. I had always
been in danger, so this was not a problem for me. Somehow my wife found out
about the rumors and she tried to get me to leave her and the children. But I
wouldn't leave them. I knew I there were contracts out on me and if they
couldn't find me, they might go after my wife and children.
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