Hello and welcome, This part of my page is for the Children. Growing up
I've suffered abuse more vocal over anything else, it wasn't my family
but others my age and those at school. I know the pain of being diffrent
, from being over weight and shy to being a book worm and teachers pet.
All of which just made me the enemy of everyone else, And all of the pain
and hate I picked up from everyone almost forced me to harm myself of worse..
take my own life..
Also at times it almost
made me just like them, But I am glad I stopped myself and was smart enough
to remember something I heard while in church 'Treat others as you would
like to be treated' I also remembered learning that we are all brother
and sister, No matter our race or beliefs.. With those thoughts, I began
to take the pain and abuse those children gave me and locked it inside,
letting it eat at me for most of my life.
I thank God for being there
for me during those days because looking back I see how weak and alone
I truly was. Yet as a child growing up I was young I didn't know better..
No one really warned me then about this sorta thing.. and having my peers
treat me so I began to think that something was truly wrong. It didn't
take long once I reached my late teens and early twenties for me to finally
grow strong and catch on.. that nothing was wrong with me.
I only found this out, by
talking with others who offten suffered depression and who still suffered
these problems. Also those who sought to kill themselves, Helping them
helped me.. and helped me see I was special in my own right, If it
hadn't been for my family, as well as a few dear trust worthy friends
who put up with me and talked to me also .. Without them those who were
against me might have won the day.
But thankfully I am still
here to help others who suffer, Living through this, and the pain of not
fitting in of being hated .. its made me see things as they really are,
and its made me want to make sure that no one else (if I've a say) suffers
this way or any other way... I know I'm just one person in a large sea
of them, but alas it has to start somewhere.. I've a love for children,
I cherish them they are our future so this is for them, this page is in
hopes of helping them.
We are nothing if we can
not cherish our children as they are meant to be. I'll be updating this
page as offten as I can, This is one cause I truly care about. Click on
the sites below, and help out if you can.
I have shed many a tears for
those in pain,
Adopt your own angel,
They all need someone to watch over them.
A Prayer
For The Children
We pray for children
Who sneak popsicle before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks
Who can never find their shoes.
And we pray for those who stare
at
photographers from behind barbed
wire,
Who can't bound down the street
in a new
pair of sneakers,
Who never "counted potatoes",
Who are born in places we wouldn't
be caught dead,
Who never go to the circus,
Who live in an X-rated world.
We pray for children
Who bring us sticky kisses
& fistfuls of dandelions
Who hug us in a hurry and forget
their lunch money.
And we pray for those
Who never get dessert,
Who have no safety blanket
to drag behind them,
Who watch their parents watch
them die,
Who can't find any bread to
steal,
Who don't have any rooms to
clean up,
Whose pictures aren't on anybody's
dresser,
Whose monsters are real.
We pray for children
Who spend all their allowance
before Tuesday,
Who throw tantrums in the grocery
store & pick at their food,
Who like ghost stories,
Who shove dirty clothes under
the bed and never rinse out the tub,
Who get visits from the tooth
fairy,
Who don't like to be kissed
in front of the carpool,
Who squirm in church or temple
& scream in the phone
whose tears we sometimes laugh
at
and whose smiles can make us
cry.
And we pray for those
Whose nightmares come in the
daytime,
Who will eat anything,
Who have never seen a dentist,
Who aren't spoiled by anybody,
Who go to bed hungry and cry
themselves to sleep,
Who live and move but have
no being.
We pray for children
Who want to be carried and
for those who must
For those we never give up
on and
For those who don't get a second
chance.
For those we smother.... and
for those who
will grab the hand of anybody
kind enough
to offer.
Author Unknown
Thank you Hugs for letting
me borrow this from your
page.
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