Exhibit G: From Dr. John Redding Of White Oak Family Physicians

The Exhibits continue.

Here are Exhibits A (Robert Scott), B (Randy McVeigh), C (Laurie Anderson), D (Nancy Toy), E (Jeffrey Bush), and F (Todd Williams).

And here is Exhibit G, from Dr. John Redding, dated November 2, 1998.

To Whom It May Concern:

I have worked with Dr. Mary Johnson intermittently over the past approximate three years and have found her to have excellent medical skills in the care of children of all ages.

I have especially been impressed with her abilities when dealing with critically-ill infants.

I find Dr. Johnson to be of high moral character and certainly consider her to be mentally and physically competent.

Please feel free to contact me if I can be of further assistance.

Sincerely,

John F. Redding, II M.D.

John is another "classmate" of sorts from NCBH. He was doing clinical rotations in medical school at Bowman Gray, as I completed my Pediatric residency at Brenner's.

While I was at RMA, we had a very friendly relationship, and he consulted me on several occasions . . . including a very interesting cardiac case. It's a case in which Mary Johnson, lowly community Pediatrician, refused to take no for an answer from an NCBH Neonatologist - and most certainly did save another baby's life. It's also a case that may be posted in more detail in the near future . . . when I decide to publish the file full of letters from parents objecting to my termination . . . letters Bob Morrison and Steven Eblin ignored . . . parents the "Disaster twins" and their Board members blatantly lied to.

John Redding, of course, was also home-grown, and started out at Asheboro Family Physicians . . . but was later-on able to make the more or less miraculous/seamless transition from that practice to White Oak. He did it without noticeably jumping through any of the hoops normally associated with the "no-compete" clauses traditionally contained in physician employment contracts (clauses that we lesser-well-named physicians would be forced hop through or buy out).

And, as my situation became more and more bogged down . . . for simply trying to get out of RMA (after they threw me out) and into private practice (1) without any interference (as per my NHSC/Federal contract) . . . and (2) with at least a list of the patient base I had spent three years building . . . John's very easy transition from one private practice across town to another . . . obviously eased by his last name (that would be Redding) - and backed up by the name of "Cone" (which owned AFP) . . . really did not sit very well.

As the legal battle raged, I got one or two friendly messages from John . . . through his patients who were my friends. But those messages were superficial, and did not convey that John had any real appreciation at all for what I had been through at the hands of Randolph Hospital.

One of those messages (delivered by my then-boyfriend . . . who said it came with a grin) was "Bite Me" . . . my traditional/playful greeting to members of the NCBH neonatal transport team whenever they arrived to pick up a sick baby (these were people I had worked with as a resident . . . and there was always a contest to see who could say it first).

Although I recognized that John's message was an attempt at humor, it fell very flat. I could not even smile.

You see, I had already gotten the ultimate "Bite Me" from Randolph Hospital.

John & others like him . . . who had asked for my help - and gotten it whenever they asked . . . had totally abandoned me to the wolves.

It is a betrayal I cannot fathom or reconcile to this day.

I called these people "friend". I trusted them.

Deep down, I also knew that what was done to me would never have been done to John Redding . . . first because he was a man . . . and second because of who he was . . . because of his name.

Meanwhile, Tom & Irene Johnson's daughter had to do a lot more than jump through a "no-compete" . . .

. . . and the benevolent "big-gun" Reddings (I am told that there are Reddings and then there are Reddings) . . . the kind who sat on the Randolph Hospital Board of Directors . . . could not be bothered with the truth.

That last observation was for TruBlu's benefit. Not all of the plebes in Asheboro have been so fortunate as to experience the Redding family's largess.