Today, I was trying to remember the first time I met David and the impression he made on me. The fact is; I really didn't have a very strong impression because I was so In Love with his brother that it would have been impossible for anyone to make a bigger impression on me than what his brother had.

David was someone I heard stories about and the things he did and liked to do. Yeah, he had some problems, but who doesn't. We all knew he wasn't a Saint. He worked hard and played hard. Not much different than I was before God found me.

I remember the morning they called us at work to let us know he had been killed. Absolutely devastating. The family that lived here pulled together and made arrangements to drive to the coast, not all of us could afford to fly. Three cars full of family left that day only stopping to sleep once for four hours. We cried, we reminisced and got angry. Loved one another, were strong for each other. We observed the people at his funeral in awe. There were so many friends and family. Hardly the portrait of a hardened criminal's funeral. Mom and Dad's house was constantly full of people stopping by, bringing things in, friends stopped by to tell stories none of them were of drugs. David's drug was alcohol. It was truly a bittersweet time.

We came back to our homes, went to work and in our spare time did research. We wanted to know about the people who killed our brother. My credit card took a beating to find accurate information from court records via the Internet. That information led to more court records on the coast. Not that it was accomplishing anything, but it gave us something to do. This family joined together, not to portray David as a Victim or a Saint. Just a Son, Brother, Uncle and Father that was killed over $350.00.

Try to make sense of losing your child, no matter how old it is, over $350.00. You can't comprehend it or make sense of it, because it doesn't make sense. Not any more sense than the, what was it $100.00 or $125.00 you were paid to jeopardize your life?

Our goal has been to make people aware of Bounty Hunters and Bounty Laws and yes, we want justice. Which we have not, yet found. We want bounty laws changed.

We are a strong family and none of us has quit our jobs or hid from people or life. We continue every day to do what we did before David's death and sometimes we take the time to do a little extra to work towards our cause.

At first, when I was looking for information on you Tim, I was confused. You appeared to have a fairly clean background. I vacillated between the thought that you were a young man that had been sucked into the wrong profession, or that perhaps you were a juvenile delinquent that went into the military and couldn't make it in the armed forces as an MP or serve on a police force and work within the boundaries of the law, which would explain so little information on you. Those records aren't quite as readily available, but are attainable.

Eventually it didn't matter who or what you were because I realized that you were someone in need. In need of my prayers. At first it was really hard to pray for you. It felt disloyal, un-family, if there is such a word. So I would just say your name TIM SMALLIDGE out loud in church during worship service to hold you up before the Lord for him to do whatever His will for you was. Today, it's a bit better than that. I actually sometimes ask God to Bless you and soften your heart so that he can work with you and that God be on your mind 24-7. Today I'm changing that prayer because your condition has obviously worsened. You need more prayer, perhaps, the whole church should pray and I am praying for your wife and family too. They have to live with you on a daily basis and have to watch you in your misery and decline. The difference in the misery I see in you through your writing and the misery I see in my family is simply this. Tim you're stuck. My family's lives are moving forward. Yours is not.

David was and still is a powerful man in your life. Not only could a man, who was weakened with cancer bring a knife to a gun fight and do substantial damage to you Tim. His death holds all the power over your life. You have no peace within. You check out our web site every chance you get to spew forth venom. Venom that will eventually kill you, your marriage, and the love of your children, if you're not careful. Your writings show how much David's death has a hold on you. It's almost as if it's reaching from the grave and choking the life out of you. He may have lost his life, but his death has won yours. You don't even appear to be of the mental or physical strength that you portrayed yourself in your letter to the editor. It's sad to watch anyone's life go down the tubes no matter whose life it is.

None of my family is going to apologize to you. My Sister In Law and I both have documentation to prove whatever information we have on you. We owe you no apology for stating what public records show. Your letters to the web site are our proof of what your current mental condition is. Medical science has proven that if you do not have mental stability, eventually you will not have physical strength and well being.

Tim I urge you to get the help you need while you still have a wife and children that want to be around you and supportive of you. You will continue to be in my prayers. Just please get help. Visit with the mental health agencies at your disposal. Find a church. God Loves You, it's not too late.

Sincerely,

DT