Vivian Greene - Stolen Kisses - Her Story
It's about a stolen life - everything you can imagine. The best way to bring attention to this is not a press release, it's to tell the story as Vivian tells it herself.
We venture first to Vivian Greene's website, VivianGreene.com. Which, by the way, she no longer has access to; either the website or the hosting. She's paying for it but could not access it after her webmasters died, which is taking legal action to retrieve. It should be updated soon though; you know the legal process only has one speed - very slow.
This is her story as printed below and still existing at Vivian Greene, Stolen Kisses
How My Kisses Became an Adventure Worthy of
Oprah, Dr. Phil & an IPO
"Despite being presumed dead, Vivian Greene is still hard at work, doing what she does best, making the world a better place one work of art at a time" -- Melinda Young
The Eye of the Storm
The work of 18 years of my life — the plates and negatives for more than 500 designs—was gone with the wind. Fortunately, we still had our current inventory and work in progress safely stored in the undamaged part of my 15,000 square foot warehouse. And we were offered a tremendous opportunity by Hawaii publisher Island Heritage to emerge from the rubble of Andrew stronger than ever.
Island Heritage was like a twin of my company, except they only sold in Hawaii. Working together, I could expand their distribution on the mainland and they could print my products in their Hong Kong and Nevada facilities. It would be a nice marriage—of skills, expertise, and connections. I would have to relocate to Hawaii and ship my inventory, but the potential for success far outweighed any inconvenience.
"My home and business had made it through Hurricane Andrew,
but they were decimated by Hurricane Allied Van Lines..."
Mr. Barnett was very obliging. To help expedite my departure, he asked to rent my furnishings, too, even my artwork on the walls. He and his bookkeeper offered to help me pack. I wanted to help him and his family, so I moved out early and stayed with friends for a few weeks during the time my company's inventory was to be in transit. I had plans to arrive in Hawaii at the same time as my belongings and stay in the home of my friend Dr. Daniel Susott, the founder of World Family Foundation.
Since the Allied Van Lines shipment would take a while, Mr. Barnett even offered to mail the most important things - original art, documents, and my clothing - directly to Dr. Susott's home. He couldn't have been more accommodating.
I waited, those working with me waited, fans waited, children, charities, stores...waited. Because I had no inventory, the plan with Island Heritage fell through. One by one, the other agreements had to be canceled.
I headed back to Miami to find out from the Allied Van Lines franchise president himself what had happened to my missing shipment. To my horror, my lovely home had been stripped, damaged, and all the furnishings and personal possessions were gone. The tenant, of course, was long gone.
"I arrived in Hawaii on schedule. My belongings and inventory never did."
Mr. Barnett did leave me a few things to remember him by - a basketball hoop inside my beautiful white on white bedroom and a gaping burn hole in my patio awning directly above the burnt pit on my broken white tiles. My giant gold veiled angel fish were still in my 90 gallon tank - but the water and filter system were gone, and the angel fish I had raised from babies were indeed angels now, floating dead in the remaining nine inches of mosquito-infested water. A poor, emaciated kitten I had never seen before was left behind, too.
Everything - my original art, greeting cards, dolls, books, videos, animation cells, all of my personal possessions and my entire business inventory had vanished. My college degrees, my cover stories on magazines in 22 countries, videos of my TV appearances, gifts, sculptures, mementos, the four thousand collector editions I had signed of my book, "Good Mourning: What Death Teaches Us About Life" all were gone. I don't even have a photograph of my deceased mother, or of Toby, the man who shared my life for 10 years.
Nothing but destruction was left
And I didn't know it then, but the estate sale had begun.
Maybe they thought I died because Kisses quit appearing. Or maybe it was because I was hit by other drivers in three different car accidents, which GEICO generously reported as six. (They even declared me at fault for one of them, even though I was a passenger.) Or perhaps it was because the debts I incurred when my ID was stolen could kill anyone.
To replace my stolen ID I was required to get a physical social security card at the office in Honolulu. The supervisor told me I was dead. Later I was also told that I had stolen my own car. No one explained how a dead person could do that. Then my car in Miami got a ticket, which was a neat trick as I was in Hawaii and the car was in storage. Maybe it was the Ghost of Success Past at the wheel.
Even the IRS placed a tax lien on my house for the income I did not make.
If I weren't dead, I'd write another book called The Penniless Millionaire.
Is it possible to ghost-write your own book?
Dr. Phil, you don't need a psychic to talk to this dead person. Call me. What a show we could do. “A dead woman talks about the afterlife, live (sort of) in our studio.”
Heaven Must be Missing an Angel:
Vivian Greene's own Estate Sales
A kindly couple that owns an antique store offered to sell me my own work after finding me on the Internet. My company (what's left of it) received a phone call from a gentleman in Connecticut who wanted to know the exact date I died so he could value my artwork and sell it to Sotheby's. Other works were auctioned in various states. And a fan sent me a print to autograph from Switzerland. Apparently, she did not know I died.
"My company received a phone call from a gentleman who wanted to know the exact date I died so he could value my artwork and sell it to Sotheby's."
The lovely couple that called actually had bought boxes and boxes and boxes and footlockers at an abandoned mini warehouse sale.
Why would I have things in a mini warehouse when my company had its own 15,000 square foot warehouse? Well, maybe that's where warehouses are reincarnated after they die.
"I have the opportunity to do 'angel work' by helping others."
You'll notice that many of the favorites from the KISSES family of children reflect this new reality and are now pictured as angels. Maybe I'll dress up as an angel myself and appear at autograph signings, as well as sell prints and on-line Virtual Kisses. We'll sell Collector Editions of the new, the resurrected and the re-born Kisses to generate the wherewithal to ‘Invest in Love ®'.
You can participate in this estate sale right now and buy and collect my life's (or death's) work and have the most original collection alive - Share our new beginnings.
A New Beginning: Reclaiming her past, Vivian is now turning what they left for trash back into her treasure and rebuilding Vivian Greene, Inc.
leading role in a most heavenly estate sale and
helping Vivian make the world a better place.
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This is only Part 1 of her story. You will soon be able to continue on to Part 2 to see more of what happened and what is still happening now.
Oh yes, those names I promised shall appear in Part 2!
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