The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest,
his front feet well apart, his head on one side,
and thought about things.
Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?"
and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?"
and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.
~~ A. A. Milne
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April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month
That there is a resounding need to type this fact shatters my heart.
Children should be coddled and kissed and adored...
not beaten, starved and raped.
I am a mother of four sons.
My three younger sons are precious gifts of adoption.
They were severely, unimaginably abused as infants.
By all human standards they should have died.
Why? Wherefore? Insasmuchas?
It's really difficult for me to mentally relive the physical and emotional pain, starvation and deprivation my children endured.
Only, really, I do not relive it. They do.
Though they have no conscious memories, my sons forever carry emotional and physical scars.
They are older now, and we have to explain their abuse to them.
Understanding is part of the healing.
It is a part of their hope.
And it is their hell.
Please, reach out, support and report.
At-risk families need help.
Children's lives depend on you.
Strangers saved my children's lives.
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I expect to pass through this world but once;
any good thing therefore that I can do, or any kindness that I can show to any fellow creature,
let me do it now; let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.
~~ Ettiene De Grellet
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If you do, I personally know three boys who would hug you if they could reach you.
So would their entire family.
With grateful heart,
Melody
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