On Thursday, April 27th, 1995 in the morning, I begin to studying with the aim of my exams starting on the May 1st, 1995. I achieved my two theoretical exams in Research technology and drawing away Experimentation one 76% as final outcome. On Thursday, May 4th, 1995, my lesson of Histology is achieved with a 98% result. On Friday, May 5th, 1995, my exam of Secretaryship and Service to the Customers is passed, result for this lesson 72%. After this first week of exams, everything points out that I head for a certain complete success, and after 18 years of schooling, I smell it well.

On Monday, May 8th, 1995, I get ready to start my second week of exam. However my professor Patrick Metcalfe does not come in my exam which himself had positioned in the agenda. I inform the technician mister Gilles Perron and say to him that I go to the library of the College to continue my review. At 11:30, mister Gilles notifies me that inopportunely my professor Patrick Metcalfe absolutely forgot me and that he is outside the city, he must put back my exam of Pathology on Tuesday, May 9th, 1995 at the same hour that is 08:30. All those who read this letter, you are not without knowing that there are regulations of the ministry of education which stipulates that if a student does not come in an exam acquire the zero note for this exam. Though it in itself, the error being human I leave chance to the racer.

On Tuesday, May 9th, 1995, I come with my friend Eric Nutbrown at the College of Sherbrooke (now called CEGEP of Sherbrooke), noting that at 08:30 my professor Patrick Metcalfe did not arrive. I ask my friend to wait for him with me, during these wait, I introduce my friend to madam Nathalie Provost technician of the department, to my professor Jean-Pierre Roy, as well as to the head of the department Michel Lockquel. It is while mister Michel Lockwell attracted by pure provocation to create a slide to me so that I succeed there in losing the control of my mood, by saying to me: «You your problem, it is because you are unable to accept people who rejects you. We will not make it easy for you, etc, etc...» I greet my ex professor and the one who had to supervise my training period in research Gerard Dehaies, mister did not deign to answer me. My friend Eric even made me following remark: «You feel that this man loves you in no way?»

My professor Patrick Metcalfe arrives finally at 10:00, I say to him: «I was ready for this exam of Pathology at 08:30, supporting it is already 90 minutes since I wait. I must go to the library to refocus on this material. «From 13:30 to 14:30, my exam of pathology was answered in the office of my ex professor and responsible for my clinical training period Yvan Denis. I see very well the letter this last of which had thrown me out of a gesture of provocation on April 19th, 1995, When I had gone to the College in the presence of my friend Brigitte Nemirovsky. This letter had been specifically sent in this veterinary surgeon madam Siobhan P . Ellison who was the one appointed for my trainee in Florida.

This letter was written on February 15th, 1995 by mister Yvan Denis. It is write: «Dr Ellison, It is with some consternation that I learned this morning that my student Mr. Serge Lacombe has been Hospitalised for a prolonged period. As of now it looks most probable that he will not be able to finish this semester, including the two 5 weeks internships he was supposed to do this spring in Florida. There is a possibility that we try to repeat the experience next year, it witch case we will contact you. Yet, we want to thank you for you gracious help, and hope that this will not cause any inconvenience to you and your practice. Sincerely.»

Mister Yvan Denis, so why this letter thought it was stapled at the high of your eyes for 83 days? Was it considered to be a hunting trophy of by you? Was this a way to throw at me a poor fate? Did you learn to enjoy to destroy people during your sabbatical trip on a sailing boat? Though it is there, I made my exam in the office where misters Yvan Denis and Gerard Dehaies had heckled me on December 8th, 1995 at 08:30. During this exam, I could not answer a question being worth 3 points, I wrote as answer to this question: «Temporary psychological problem, synonymous slips of memory, May 9th, 1995, 14:30» the hour in which I finished my exam.

However, I fail for this lesson of Pathology because the behaviour attitude of mister Patrick Metcalfe up to date on beginning of this week prevented me from concentrating for the exam oral of Pathology of May 15th, 1995. This oral exam missed drew away mention failure on my last reports of collegiate studies with a 53% result. Besides on May 9th, 1995, 10:23, I asked my professor Martine Nadeau of putting back for my exam Care to the exotic animals from Wednesday morning to afternoon and and from Wednesday afternoon to Friday afternoon. All that caused by events of the beginning of this week as well as this poor behaviour attitude coming from certain professors.

On Wednesday, May 10th, 1995, I ask my father to come to Sherbrooke because I need a witness to be accompanied in an ultimate step. I say to him: «I am on the way to success all my final exam, however because certain professors still give me some trouble, I must inform the Director of the College Mister Jocelyn Vallee of it.» From 10:10 to 10:34, we wait at the College in front of his office. From 10:34 to 10:41, I address my complaints to mister Jocelyn Vallee who asserts me not having been filled in about my story of Mark Lepine II. However, he confirms me in front of my father that he will make essentials so that they provide me a good supervision for the success of my final exams by calling the highly responsible persons for this College. He congratulates me even for my self-control and peace which I have and he is really persuaded by the gesture which I have just put down that there was an error on the person.

I lead my father at my friend Eric Nutbrown, this last is very filled with enthusiasm by the gesture which my father have just put down. And to thank him, I invite him to have dinner at the Restaurant La Falaise Saint-Michel, during this dinner we are served by the maitre d'hôtel mister Michel Igual. My friend waiter Emmanuel who come to say to me that a man know me in this dining room. Surprised! Five men are sitting down at the same table for a business dinner, they all work in the automobile field. Furthermore these men all know me since 1985 or 1987. Are present at this table: Mister Claude Joannette the one who had been committed to the company Bear Automotive Inc. in 1985 after the walking papers of these three impostors. Misters Jalbert father and son of the Centre of estimate Guy Jalbert of Sherbrooke, these shall always remind of this bridge of lift for car installed by night in their trade, on top of that the son is cured of a carcinogenic illness at the level of the eye. He knows who cured him, he understood. A working associate of mister Joannette working at U.A.P. distributor of car parts as well as a manufacturing representative of cars were also at this table. Our meal is given by my friend this restaurant keeper. Several weeks passed so that finally to hear my father saying that he has never appreciated this day of May 10th, 1995.

On Thursday, May 11th, 1995, at 18:35, I grab a report on CHLT Television which mentions: «17 685 social assisting in the region of Sherbrooke, because of prejudices caused by a campaign of the previous government which spoke of impostor of social assistant what draws away a difficulty in job for all these social assisting.»

On Friday, May 12th, 1995, from 12:15 to 13:10, I answer my exam of Care to the exotic animals in the presence of my friend Genevieve Lamoureux in the working office of the technicians in Animal Health of the College of Sherbrooke (now called CEGEP of Sherbrooke). Result for this lesson in my newsletter of collegiate studies 66%. From 23:00 to 24:00, I am in the bar Meadow's to celebrate with some champagne this month of freedom with my friends: Eric Nutbrown, Genevieve Lamoureux, Jean-Pierre Champagne and her friend, Claire and Mary Boulanger, Carmel Halle, Michel Picard as well as Lucienne.

All my friends who could come, had a glass of champagne to underline the recognition which I dedicated for them. We raised our glass in favour of all friends who saved me. I wanted to show it publicly, I chose the place and the hour. Today, I want to thank all these people who, nearly or from a distance, allowed me to the point of writing this letter which finishes. Those who read me, you can take into consideration that there is more than a dozen thousand persons who were sensitized in my social injustice, up to now.

On Saturday, May 13th, 1995, from 16:00 to 16:45, I go with my friend Eric Nutbrown to the Carrefour of Estrie. In this shopping center, I cross mister Mario Morency, a man whom I knew in the autumn of 1989 because he studied in medicine during 1989-1992 at the Centre Hospital Universitary of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE). At this time there, I saw him practically for all aims of weeks because I went there to see my friend Johanne. For these weekends, I sometimes made some social activities with Mario, we cycle, go out to dance or go eat in a restaurant. In March 1990, I become owner of a home with my friend Johanne then this man even came to eat or to visit me at home.

Mister Mario Morency is the first internal psychiatrist to have seen me at the Centre Hospital Universitary of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE), I acknowledged him by seeing him and have say to him: «Eh! Mario, how are you, I am happy to see you. He disavowed me. By his mystical and Machiavellian insanity, I was committed for 57 days in the hospital. When, I saw him in the shopping center if I had been normally constituted I would have stifled him in the public. Rather than to make it I give him a handshake which he is not ready to forget because this day there with smile, I makes him to live a paranormal phenomenon. Luckily that, I had a witness of the event, because there were inside this shopping center this day there other psychiatrists pay by the Centre Hospital Universitary of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) in the file CHUS 398 068.

On Sunday, May 14th, 1995, in this Mothers'Day, my friend Eric Nutbrown drives me at my friends Paulines Bergerons. I phone my mother, she is away, I ask then to my father to say to her that I love her and that I will visit her on May 15th, 1995. Madam Pauline Bergeron keeps us to have a dinner. After the dinner, at the request of Pauline I go with her and my friend Eric to the elderly home of Wotton to visit one of her aunts who will die some days afterwards.

On Monday, May 15th, 1995, against my will, I did not attempt to this oral exam of Pathology because of the events for which my professor Patrick Metcalfe is directly victimized my concentration for the rest of my studies. Believe me I really wanted to success in all my final exams, without ever developing an unhealthy mind of revenge as certain person. Exam was envisaged between 14:00 and 14:15 being in Montreal at this instant there, without money I could not inform them of my abscence.

At 17:00, I arrive to my father with a good sincere handshake I am happy to see him. At 17:40, my father Raynald said Renald treats me as an ass-hole and he says to me: «You are going to take your pills, you will not make me ill.» of a very aggressive tone because I was to write a part of my diary of travelling. I leave because he is very unpredictable and attacking knowing me very vulnerable without witness. The patient belonged me and my father knew it. Would he have any time been able to mutilate himself and calling (911) and find guilty his son of this mutilation? Him who February 11th, 1995, declared erroneously to the policeman of Sherbrooke and unknown to me: «Yes! I saw my only son tried to kill this lady in front of me.» I leave on the meeting of my mother, I explain to her that my father has just made me live. She believes in it nothing, and on the street, she is very badly comfortable with me. I tell her not to get worried for me that everything goes well.

On Tuesday, May 16th, 1995, I shall not make my exam of Haematology as well as on Thursday, May 18th, 1995, I shall not make my exam of Nursing and surgical technics what will draw away 44% and 29% as final results reciprocally on my official report of my collegiate studies. This day there, from 16:50 to 17:25, I walked alone in the wood, I want to defecate, I lean on a rock to relieve, a plot of this rock fell, I shall remember of this bark of birch for a long time, strip the bark that I found in wood. I crack this wood to be cut with a fastness which is unknown to me. I was never also angered of my life. I serve me of this anger to slog away some wood. I increased mind more, to become even wiser. I am able of much more than this me because I think of you and you and still you and I do not forget the one who created me. I am his attendant, one of the attendants of Jesus Christ. This text was composed by me on May 19th, 1995, at 07:31 and is the perfect image of my state of soul of instant in the survey of day and a certified copy of my activity of the day before.

On Wednesday, May 24th, 1995, 10:00, I am in The State control of the Health insurance of Quebec, in 425, rue de Maisonneuve, suite #300. I meet mister Louis Pierre Foisy, having apparently identified me in front of him with proof of identity which he accepted. It refuses to disclose me my address of actual residence, delays to acquire my new card, 45 days. On the contrary at 11:50, I meet mister Marcel Marcotte of The State control of the Car insurance of Quebec, subsidiary of the Covered market of Anjou for the renewal of my driver's licence. One of my friends mister Francois Brunet lent me $90 so that I can acquire it this same day.

We are in 4 and a half years of year 2000 why this difference of delays?

On Thursday, May 25th, 1995, at 19:00, I accepted from misters Michel Igual and Patrick Lagniel a ballpoint pen with their name written over. It is written: «La Falaise Saint-Michel, Sherbrooke, QC, J1H 5N3.» This fountain pen had be given to me during a supper with all personnel in place. Because a friend of me informed me that they got ready for a mystical and Machiavellian medical swindle against me, blow had to be made in the bar Meadow' s ordered by the medical team which is afraid of the truth which I transport from mouth to ear. These people there, had prepared their blow for a long time beforehand because all unknown or known patients of the 4B had a wrong picture of me. It was about a swindle lethal there, because I knew about it too much. Besides in front of danger, I must have cancelled my voluntary action towards La Grande Randonnée Cycliste de l'Estrie and its president Laurent Peloquin.

On Friday, May 26th, 1995, during the day, I prepare my reports of incomes tax myself as I make it since 1975, it is the first year which I produce it late. It is written: «Excuse me for the delay, I was hospitalized at the Centre Hospital Universitary of Sherbrooke (CHUS/CUSE) in psychiatry from February 11th till April 11th, 1995. I hope that you shall see no offence there. I excused all these psychiatrists for their medical errors in my file.» At 23:15, with the help of my cousin Danis Bourassa and his wife Nicole, I could loaded with the conveyor of passenger Greyhound destination Ocala, Florida, expense of the ticket 173 $ + 40  $ US. I must off-load at the American customhouse at 00:15, because I do not have a job at present in Canada, I do not have sufficient proof of residence. Besides, I am told that it would take me 100 $ U.S. a day so that they can let me through. At 01:15, they transfer me at the Canadian customhouse, I ask then for an explanation because I do not like to waste my time nor to make waste time to others like that. Me who has precisely taken time to pass to the Embassy of the United States to Montreal not to waste time. The officer says to me then: «Even if you acquire a visa from the embassy, the officer at  the customhouse can refuse your passage.» At 01:40, I leave the Canadian customhouses towards Montreal to arrive at 02:28 overall 05 hours and 30 minutes it is a loss of time.

On Saturday, May 27th, 1995, 04:00, I arrive to my father with my cousin Danis and his wife, my mother is present with my sister we are therefore six persons. My father do not understand why I try to move away from him while me I do not understand why on Monday, May 15th, 1995, at 17:40, my father treated me as an ass-hole. He says to everybody at this instant that it is not true therefore that I became untruthful, at the end of this dialogue. At 08:20, I converse with my mother it is very nice for me. I like her very much but I shall never have sound support because she is afraid of my father and this medicine. At 11:30, I go to see mister Nguyen Mgoque, Doctor of Medicine of general practice, 3987, rue Wellington, Verdun, tel: (514) 767-4313. This doctor do not want to call for my medical records.

On Sunday, May 28th, 1995, at 11:00, I meet my first cousin on the Wellington street in Verdun, it is ten years since the family hides him from me. I said to him then, that he must go to buy his Lithium, I ask him if he knew that I had gone to be torture in a psychiatric wing of Sherbrooke during 57 days this winter? It answer me negatively by saying to me that he knew that I had gone back in study without more. he entrusted me that he is not sick of the whole, but that he being the most pious of his family, he resigned himself to accepted manic-depressive illness to save his family especially since he lost 1 and a half year of his life in the hospital, that he had lived in four closed cure from 1985 till 1995 because of his family. They even managed him electric shocks in the Douglas Hospital Academic Psychiatric of Verdun. I said to him that me I shall not accept an illness which I do not have to save my family because I also am the most pious of this family.

On Sunday, May 28th, 1995, at 13:30, I visit the Museum of Archaeology and history Pointe La Caliere of 350, place Royal, Montreal, H2Y 3Y5 as part of this day hits opened to the museums of Montreal. I ask to see the Drector madam Francine Lelievre (514) 872-9150, for first of all the congratulating for this exhibition which really puts grandiloquence on the job of all our French Canadian forefathers and I use opportunity to introduce him my friend Show Zhao as well as his son 5 years old Jason. I say to madam Lelievre that my friend is of origin quibble and live in our country since 1989. I am sure that madam Lelievre still remembers this meeting because I me differentiated by the others all over this exuberant joviality which lives in me since my childhood, I am really marginal, there are not errors at this level there. However, it is necessary to understand that this divine energy is provided to me by God, Jesus Christ our Savior because I am immensely obliging for him. And no human being can destroy this divine link between him and me because he endowed me December 25th, 1994 of a perceptive lucidity.

This archaeological site is linked up with the first customhouse of Montreal, in this day carries the Director Francine Lelievre opened had taken the initiative in inviting the visitors to deposit menus very personal objects for people of future. I give evidence then, in one my eccentric gesture always perfect limps made by wood and by glass, in front of several witness of the stage of part. I gives evidence there therefore: a business card imagined by me and conceived by mister Claude Pepin (819) 566-1531 of graphic Comprehension CP, of 880, rue Jogues, #301, Sherbrooke, J1H 2X9, with a magnetic access card of the network of photocopier of the College of Sherbrooke (now called CEGEP of Sherbrooke) as well as an explicative note of my move performed on March 11th, 1995.

This store, will pass to history God willing. Later we go to the Musée des Beaux arts to see exhibition on Mobile Beauty. You know this exhibition about the car been very interesting for me which had been by deterrent nature in the service of all these people during 15 years of my life. And to underline this nice present, I helped this young couple whose car had broken down of puncture very close to this museum of the Sherbrooke street. They fast realized with that brilliance of experience, I saved them the expense and the wait of a towing by this nice Sunday afternoon. This couple was accompanied with another couple, think in you that they would be unable all at once all to come to testify for me, if one day the society forced me to make it. Witnesses of type, I seeded with it throughout my life.

On Tuesday, May 30th, 1995, between 09:00 and 12:15, I go in the Montreal downtown to buy a part of shower Water Pick. On my way back, I meet in the subway of Montreal, madam Sandra Ledoux ex student of the group #1307 in 1995 at the College of Sherbrooke (now called CEGEP of Sherbrooke). Of the station Alexi-Nihon up to the station Church, we live this encounter very agreeably communicator. She announces to me that she begins working in a veterinary clinic at Lasalle city this same day. I say to her that I life still this social injustice, I became travelling for the good of all and not to make it for me abundantly. Arrived at my father, I must have left in a great hurry and without having dinner, because my father makes me realize all over his behaviour of discontent in front of the purchase that I performed to be a help to him. I am very vulnerable when I am with him without witness of the stage. My life is every time in danger because my father is a big sick man that the society is stubborn in not wanting to acknowledge it. Because the one who upsets the society, it is me, my father having become cushy one servile faced with the actual society of Quebec.