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    The System: Protect a Child?
    The System: Protect a Child?
    The System: Protect a Child?
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    The System: Protect a Child?

    By Katharyn Dunn

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    Robin McDaniel was startled from her sleep when the phone rang. She looked at the clock; it was three o’clock in the morning. Her stomach ached at the realization that this was another harassing call from the evilest people alive. “Hello,” she said, trying her best to hide any sign of fear in her voice. They were relentless, calling all hours of the night and laughing.

    Robin and her 19-year-old son, Sampson McDaniel-Perez, had temporary protective custody of Sampson’s two daughters, Laurel 19 months old and Mia six months old. The girl’s biological mother, Jill, had been the victim of her father, Pete Stone, since she was eight years old. She was his “special” girl and loved him and hated him at the same time. She would never tell anyone their secrete; especially her mother.

    The System tells a story about a ten-year battle fought by Robin and Sampson against the evil intentions of a misguided narcissistic mother, two known child molesters, and our broken Child Protection systems. Jesus answered all the prayers for strength, wisdom, and endurance from Robin and Sampson and continued to wrap His protective arms around the family until the surprising ending. If you think our Child Protection Agencies are proactive at keeping our children safe, this story will surprise you. If you think our Judicial System is fair, this story will disturb you. If you believe that Jesus answers all prayers in His perfect timeframe, this story will strengthen you.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateMay 12, 2020
    ISBN9781973688419
    The System: Protect a Child?
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    Katharyn Dunn

    Katharyn Dunn is a Registered Nurse who has been published in three National Journals in the areas of Education and Research. She has worked in the Emergency Room and Surgery for over 30 years and has treated many children and adults who were victims of abuse. She has worked with Social Workers and devoted Child Protection teams whose hands were tied by our broken systems. Ms. Dunn lives in Florida where she is close to her family. She is active in her local church, plays in the Praise Band, and loves Jesus.

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      The System - Katharyn Dunn

      Copyright © 2020 Katharyn Dunn.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, names, incidents, organizations, and dialogue in this novel are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

      WestBow Press

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      Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

      ISBN: 978-1-9736-8840-2 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-9736-8839-6 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-9736-8841-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2020904872

      WestBow Press rev. date: 05/07/2020

      Contents

      Introduction

      Epilogue

      God’s Grace

      Organizations Dedicated To Child Safety/Protection

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      INTRODUCTION

      R obin McDaniel was startled from her sleep when the phone rang. She looked at the clock; it was three o’clock in the morning. Her stomach ached at the realization that this was yet again a call from one she had come to believe was kin to the evilest people alive. Hello, she said, trying her best to hide any sign of fear in her voice. They were relentless, calling all hours of the night to disrupt her sleep.

      There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Don’t sleep too sound tonight. I’d hate for you to wake up too late to get out while your house is burning. This was followed by his evil laughter, which sent chills down Robin’s spine as she hung up the phone. She always answered; she had to. Her son was working night shifts at the ER, and she had her precious grandbabies in her care. What if it was Sampson and something was wrong? Or if he just needed the reassurance from his mother that she and his two young daughters were all right. Fools, didn’t they know she never slept soundly. She never could prove who the calls came from since they were made from various payphones around Maverick, but she knew.

      Zorro, the large gray wolf and shepherd mix, sat silently staring out the window as a truck slowly passed by on the lime rock road. A low hum grumbled deep in his chest. Just another night on guard, Zorro. Good boy. Go check the perimeter. Robin opened the door and the dog silently made his way out to patrol the yard. She walked back to her room and knelt at the end of her bed, hands folded, and head placed atop them, she prayed aloud, Lord, I need your help. I need the strength to endure this tribulation and the fortitude to protect my son and granddaughters, Amen. With a deep sigh, which slightly lightened the tension in her shoulders, she crawled back into her bed and fell asleep, but she tossed and turned the rest of the night.

      Sampson arrived home at seven in the morning, just in time to relieve his mother for her day at work at the same hospital. Good morning, Mama, he said. The dark circles under her eyes answered the question he didn’t need to ask; they hadn’t stopped calling. I’m sorry, Mama. I love you.

      I love you too, honey. Take care of the babies. I’ll be back in time for dinner, before you have to leave. Robin grabbed her purse and headed out the door, calling Zorro back into the house. She knew that after breakfast with the babies, Sampson would crash, and Zorro would be able to wake him if something went amiss.

      Robin, her two teenage sons, Sampson and Mark, two horses, Sterling and Blaze, Zorro, and a white barn cat named Jose moved to a small, sleepy, rural town in north-central Florida called Maverick. Robin was a pretty woman with ash-blonde hair and big brown eyes. She was average height and weight and kept in good physical shape with exercise and playing with the boys and the animals. She worked as an RN. She and her family moved to the area to attain her master’s degree in the medical field. She was a gentle, nurturing soul with the quick, intelligent mind of a lifelong learner. As a single mother, attaining an advanced degree would increase her ability to support her family. Robin and her sons joined a local church, where she became active in the women’s Bible study group and sang in the choir. Besides being a full–time college student, she worked part-time in a nearby hospital.

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      N ot thrilled about the move so far from home, Sampson decided to explore the rural, one-horse town that he found himself in. It didn’t take long to see everything the town of Maverick had to offer. With a predominantly white population, and over half of the four thousand inhabitants under the age of twenty, not many people were seen on the streets. As Sampson drove through the town’s only flashing traffic light, he observed a hardware store on one corner, a bar on the opposite corner, and a convenience store on another. The typical lunch crowd was gathered at the Country Time Buffet and the same for Gilly’s BBQ Joint. The local grocery store parking lot was also fairly busy, full of women collecting food that was not grown in their own backyards. On initial observation, women seemed to still play the traditional role of homemaker, which made Sampson chuckle. His mama was definitely not from around here. The one gas station, the Seed and Feed farm store, and one beauty salon and barbershop combo were heavily outnumbered by the six churches of different denominations. According to what his mother had said, the elementary school was shared by Maverick’s youth and those of the neighboring town. The high school Sampson was to attend was quite small compared to where he came from. Grades 10, 11, and 12 had a total of about six hundred students. In the center of town was the county courthouse and a small post office.

      It didn’t take long to drive out of town, where fields or pine tree–covered areas took over. In the middle of an open hayfield was a single-wide mobile home. Since an ambulance and fire truck were parked under a tin carport out front, Sampson assumed it was used as the fire and EMS station.

      This was a farming community, which was reflected by the attitudes and personalities of its inhabitants. Rough around the edges, the land and farmers smelled like a combination of fertilizer and farm animals, hay, high-grade tobacco, and sweat. Cows grazed in the fields alongside goats and horses. Hogs and beef were raised at home for food and were often hauled off for processing at the local butcher.

      Sampson laughed at the chickens running down the side of the lime-rock road as he questioned if one would choose to cross it. He followed an open-sided stock trailer, common to see. It must have just dropped a load of cattle off to the butcher because fresh manure was falling off the back of the trailer in front of him with each bump in the road. The typical cow pony was tied inside

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