Why can't I change the world?
Before I begin my post I would like to say, I NEED A NEW BLOG TEMPLATE!!!
Moving on.... I found out my 14 year old niece back home in Canada is in the hospital again for not eating and cutting her arms up again. She was in the hospital not too long ago, July I beleive. This poor girl has been through so much and her parents have given up on her. My brother has not married her mother yet but I still consider her my neice on all other counts. I remember being her age and having so much pain and confusion and my life was nothing like hers is now. I have another neice that was shipped away this past October to be with thier fathers family and father that was convicted of molesting a child of his. What the hell is wrong with people these days? I just want to scoop up these children and place them into the loving hands they deserve to be held with. I want to take the idiots that subject them to cruelty, neglect and mistreatment and just beat on them. I have tried with everything I have in my power to help the one neice that is close by with no results. I wish I had so much more of me and money to give. I would do so much more. I feel almost as helpless as the children because I can't seem to be able to do anything to help. Why do people have kids or continue to raise them if they didn't want kids. How can a parent pick a favorite child over others. How can a parent or loved one ignore a childs cry for help over and over again. I hurt so bad inside for these kids. I remember feeling the way my neice in Canada felt. No control over anything and days of pain and anguish, never an end to the tears and the only thing I could control was the release of pain when I cut myself. As the blood rushed out so did the pain. I know and realize now how bad it was to do that but I also know why I did it. No one knows how bad it is when they are going through that until they find the light at the end of the tunnel. That tunnel was so very far away from me, years. I hate to see anybody struggle that long to find a glimpse of hope. I pray to God everyday these children find hope, help and a new beginning before they find the end.
I decided awhile ago that after the baby comes and I am ready to get out and about I will be volunteering some of my time to Pearl House. There was a Doctor in my husband's life that really helped him and has helped to many other kids in need. He is now running a project called "Pearl House". It is a wonderful idea and something this area so desperately needs. I wish there were so many more people willing to give thier time like this man to find hope for those that have no where to go. Here is a link to his site, please just take a peak.
http://www.pearlhouse.org/
Moving on.... I found out my 14 year old niece back home in Canada is in the hospital again for not eating and cutting her arms up again. She was in the hospital not too long ago, July I beleive. This poor girl has been through so much and her parents have given up on her. My brother has not married her mother yet but I still consider her my neice on all other counts. I remember being her age and having so much pain and confusion and my life was nothing like hers is now. I have another neice that was shipped away this past October to be with thier fathers family and father that was convicted of molesting a child of his. What the hell is wrong with people these days? I just want to scoop up these children and place them into the loving hands they deserve to be held with. I want to take the idiots that subject them to cruelty, neglect and mistreatment and just beat on them. I have tried with everything I have in my power to help the one neice that is close by with no results. I wish I had so much more of me and money to give. I would do so much more. I feel almost as helpless as the children because I can't seem to be able to do anything to help. Why do people have kids or continue to raise them if they didn't want kids. How can a parent pick a favorite child over others. How can a parent or loved one ignore a childs cry for help over and over again. I hurt so bad inside for these kids. I remember feeling the way my neice in Canada felt. No control over anything and days of pain and anguish, never an end to the tears and the only thing I could control was the release of pain when I cut myself. As the blood rushed out so did the pain. I know and realize now how bad it was to do that but I also know why I did it. No one knows how bad it is when they are going through that until they find the light at the end of the tunnel. That tunnel was so very far away from me, years. I hate to see anybody struggle that long to find a glimpse of hope. I pray to God everyday these children find hope, help and a new beginning before they find the end.
I decided awhile ago that after the baby comes and I am ready to get out and about I will be volunteering some of my time to Pearl House. There was a Doctor in my husband's life that really helped him and has helped to many other kids in need. He is now running a project called "Pearl House". It is a wonderful idea and something this area so desperately needs. I wish there were so many more people willing to give thier time like this man to find hope for those that have no where to go. Here is a link to his site, please just take a peak.
http://www.pearlhouse.org/
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11:42 AM
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