02/09/2016
This is the man-boy I loved like a son, the son I never had. His name, Bryan Kilpack. I saved him from certain alcoholic death in 1987 when he staggered into the Men's Sugarhouse AA meeting. I took him under my wing I was so moved by his story. He was 21 at the time, a new father of a baby girl, Chelsea, and I put him to work over the next 6 years, breaking for noon meetings and paying him cash each day, so if he chose to get drunk, he'd have the money to do so and he didn't have to wait for payday to do it. I taught him the trade of plumbing; forgave him for stealing my work truck (twice), gave him second chance after second chance, rehiring him half a dozen times, because I believed in his goodness, his willingness and I don't give up helping others once the decision is made. Bryan is the one who 9 months ago, betrayed me, abandoned me to the streets, left me homeless, on May 6, 2015; who stole everything I owned after breaking into my newly prepaid rental in Sandy, Utah, loaded it into the truck I helped him to afford, and dumped it in my daughter's driveway.
This, is Bryan Kilpack, the face of one with NO gratitude, respect, love and friendship whose betrayal and abandonment of the man who took him under his wing 29 years ago saving his life, has left me homeless on the desert streets of Las Vegas (I came here for a Medicare visit to my Dr., I'm 67 and living in my retirement, unable to work) This is Bryan Kilpack, the young man, who at age 21, I befriended, put to work and sponsored in recovery, gave the tools and support for a new life through the program of Alcoholics Anonymous. This is the Great Deer Hunter who stabbed me in the back when I had to go to the Dr for prescription refills; the thief who took MY LIFE in exchange for my helping him save his own. This is the definition of the lowest kind of loathsome animal on the face of the earth. This is the picture of ingratitude, betrayal and cunning wickedness incarnate. His wife, Christine, knows what he did to me and, after 33 years staying at his side through all his alcoholic UPS and DOWNS, she for reasons a mystery to me, UNFRIENDED me here on Facebook after 29 years of the two of us bailing Bryan out of all his depraved and sickest jams with his friends, family and with the law. She is indeed a good wife, but she is as sick as he is. God, help me to survive this ordeal one more day, one more day at a time, long enuf to forgive them or die on the streets trying, as I try to reclaim what's left of my life. THIS is the reward I got for helping others. THIS is the thanks I got in return for saving this kid's life, his marriage a dozen times and for teaching him my family's 120 year-way to make a living.. . Plumbing. He now has his own business in SLC and Magna. Utah. My bucket list has only his name and thus photo on things to do before my worn-out body completely breaks down.. . expose him for the predator and wicked, treacherous, scum of the earth sick-dick he really is.
