I don't want money. I don't want anyone to cook for me. I don't want anyone to do my laundry. I don't want anyone to bathe me. All I want is that good people everywhere fight to bring me justice.
I am fighting for my life. I don't know what the future will bring. My body is very weak now. My hands and feet are swollen and tender from my medication and I can hardly walk. But I am still strong in spirit.
At the same time, I am fighting for the justice denied me since I was attacked and robbed in my home in Montreal - with the help of a Montreal Police officer.
When I am no longer able to continue my struggle for justice, I ask people around the world who care about me, who care about justice, to pick up my sword of truth and continue my battle for justice.
If I die before justice is done, I hope my friends will continue to fight for the return of everything Dawn McSweeney stole from me and from my family - with the help of those she calls her "partners in crime" - including the Montreal Policeman who helped her rob me.
Fight to bring me justice, even after my death. Please return my belongings to my heirs named in my will, and return my father's estate to the family members he named in his will.
MONTREAL POLICE HELPED THE THIEF, DAWN MCSWEENEY