On  November 18, 1995 I had a minor car accident. When the paramedics arrived, I took off my clothes and ran to them asking for help. They took me to the local hospital's psychiatric ward. When the Church found out where I was, they sent people who talked me into signing out and leaving with them. I went to the Fort Harrison Hotel.

I was at the Fort Harrison, in Scientology custody, for 17 days. During that time, according to their own records , I claimed I was L. Ron Hubbard, refused to eat, did not sleep, drank my own urine, and displayed other signs of psychosis, as well as obvious signs of deteriorating health.

On December 5, 1995, I was dead on arrival at a hospital 45 minutes north of Clearwater, Florida. My caretakers had passed another hospital, while I lay in the car dead or dying, because the doctor on staff at the second one was a Scientologist. I was 36 years old.

My aunt has been trying to sue the church for years. Everyone connected with caring for me has vanished, and is 'no longer a member of the Church of Scientology'.

There's no need to worry. I'm sure this will never happen again at the Fort Harrison. The Church owns a lot of property.