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    I have an acquiantance who is a Christian, and has an annoying habit of circulating emails with a moral message (that's fine) but all too often they have a strap line that says 'circulate this or we'll have to pray for your soul's forgiveness' or some such, which I really object to.

    In this instance I am going to post the message because it really moved me and is important, but please don't take notice of the request that follows unless you want to.

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    *~*~*Sarah*~*~*

    My name is Sarah
    I am but three,
    My eyes are swollen
    I cannot see,
    I must be stupid
    I must be bad,
    What else could have made
    My daddy so mad?
    I wish I were better
    I wish I weren't ugly,
    Then maybe my mommy
    Would still want to hug me.
    I can't speak at all
    I can't do a wrong
    Or else I'm locked up
    All the day long.
    When I awake I'm all alone
    The house is dark
    My folks aren't home.
    When my mommy does come
    I'll try and be nice,
    So maybe I'll get just
    One whipping tonight.
    Don't make a sound!
    I just heard a car
    My daddy is back
    From Charlie's Bar.
    I hear him curse
    My name he calls
    I press myself
    Against the wall.
    I try and hide
    From his evil eyes
    I'm so afraid now
    I'm starting to cry.
    He finds me weeping
    He shouts ugly words,
    He saysits my fault
    That he suffers at work.
    He slaps me and hits me
    And yells at me more,
    I finally get free
    And I run for the door.
    He's already locked it
    And I start to bawl,
    He takes me and throws me
    Against the hard wall.
    I fall to the floor
    With my bones nearly broken,
    And my daddy continues
    With more bad words spoken.
    "I'm sorry!", I scream
    But its now much too late
    His face has been twisted
    Into unimaginable hate.
    The hurt and the pain
    Again and again
    Oh please God, have mercy!
    Oh please let it end!
    And he finally stops
    And heads for the door,
    While I lay there motionless
    Sprawled on the floor.
    My name is Sarah
    And I am but three,
    Tonight my daddy
    Murdered me.

    There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.
    And you can help.
    Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and
    don't pass it on, I pray for your forgiveness, cause
    you would have to be one heartless person to not be
    effected by this e-mail. And because you are effected,
    do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do,
    is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that
    this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad
    do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to
    wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of
    our youth.

    Please pass this poem on as a blue ribbon against
    child abuse, because as crazy as it might sound, it
    might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER
    know.

    Please forward if you are

    *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE*~*~*
    FT.

  • #2
    I know that such child abuse does happen, but this kind of emotional twaddle is never going to stop one child from being hurt. If you feel so strongly about the matter, you would be better engaged by contributing your services to one of the many charities that exist for that purpose, especially those that have helplines (of course, not very helpful for 3-y.o kids).

    I'll not forward this because this is a real, hard, problem, not solved by a silly poem and a message which was written by someone who is not literate enough to discern between 'affect' and 'effect'
    Brian (the devil incarnate)

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    • #3
      Still gave me chickenbumps (?) though
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      • #4
        Exactly Umf. That's why I posted.

        *sigh* @ Brian.
        FT.

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        • #5
          And now, for the opposing view:

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          I'm the least you could do
          If only life were as easy as you
          I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
          If only life were as easy as you
          I would still get screwed

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          • #6
            Originally posted by Gurm
            And now, for the opposing view:
            I need one of those ... even though I don't drink.
            “Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out”
            –The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett

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            • #7
              I have a hard time conceiving that someone could abuse a child, there own child at that, but it does happen. When it does, the dammage is already done and affects the child throughout his or her life. So in a way, I don't feel as bad now that Sarah is dead, makes me feel better that she doesn't have to suffer anymore.

              There are some people that desperately need help with their own problems, Sarah's father is obviously one of them.



              P.S.: Daddy drinks because I cry? I don't get it.
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              • #8
                Originally posted by ZokesPro
                P.S.: Daddy drinks because I cry? I don't get it.
                You don't get how parents can abuse their kids and the t-shirt because well ... you've never raised a rugrat. My son didn't start sleeping through the night on a regular basis for 9 months. Which means he cried when he was hungry, cried when he was tired, woke up every 1-3 hours at night screaming bloody murder, cried when something didn't go his way, cried when the food was not the right temperature, cried he pooped, cried when he was thirsty, cried anything even slightly annoyed him ... and for 9 month the wife and I did this on about 2-6 hours of good REM sleep each night.

                After a while it wears you down. My wife put on a lot of weight because she's one of those that eats to cope with stress. And after 1.5-2 years of putting up with a screaming child that you can't communicate effectively with, the smallest things start setting the parents off. Those whom have small amounts of control and temper, or are just mean bastards, start abusing their children.

                I takes a lot of love, patience, and really good earplugs to raise a kid.
                “Inside every sane person there’s a madman struggling to get out”
                –The Light Fantastic, Terry Pratchett

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                • #9
                  Logan slept through the night... the first night we had him home. Ok, that's an exaggeration. The first night he only slept in 3-4 hour stints. Still pretty good for a newborn. Within a month he was sleeping the whole night, no wake-ups. Probably more like 2-3 weeks. But a lot of that had to do with his unique feeding situation. He wouldn't latch onto the nipple - real OR synthetic - so we had to feed him with a capillary tube attached to a finger. That gets real old, real quick - it took him half an hour to eat a quarter of what most kids eat in just 10 minutes. Plus Julie, due to the trauma of birth (long story) was on codeine... which ended up (a little, anyway) in his milk. So all he did the first week was eat and sleep (and poop, but that often happened WHILE eating or sleeping). He didn't cry too much - and we STILL got chronically overtired. After a while you just collapse. I'd get up with him and find myself asleep on the nursery FLOOR, no idea how I got there. I can only imagine the hell a high-maintenance child is.

                  I'm not saying there's any EXCUSE for child abuse, but I understand how it happens. The same sort of person that would hit their wife... could EASILY snap and hit their kid. It's not OK, but it happens. Sad, but true.

                  And the t-shirt... is just ****ing funny. It's an old joke - y'know "titles of children's books that didn't make it" - and one of the titles is "Daddy drinks because you cry." Hilarious.
                  Last edited by Gurm; 30 June 2005, 11:02.
                  The Internet - where men are men, women are men, and teenage girls are FBI agents!

                  I'm the least you could do
                  If only life were as easy as you
                  I'm the least you could do, oh yeah
                  If only life were as easy as you
                  I would still get screwed

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                  • #10
                    Originally posted by Jammrock
                    You don't get how parents can abuse their kids and the t-shirt because well ... you've never raised a rugrat. My son didn't start sleeping through the night on a regular basis for 9 months. Which means he cried when he was hungry, cried when he was tired, woke up every 1-3 hours at night screaming bloody murder, cried when something didn't go his way, cried when the food was not the right temperature, cried he pooped, cried when he was thirsty, cried anything even slightly annoyed him ... and for 9 month the wife and I did this on about 2-6 hours of good REM sleep each night.

                    After a while it wears you down. My wife put on a lot of weight because she's one of those that eats to cope with stress. And after 1.5-2 years of putting up with a screaming child that you can't communicate effectively with, the smallest things start setting the parents off. Those whom have small amounts of control and temper, or are just mean bastards, start abusing their children.

                    I takes a lot of love, patience, and really good earplugs to raise a kid.
                    Oh ok, should have known. No I've never raised a child let alone babysit. I feel stupid now and you just pointed it out.
                    Titanium is the new bling!
                    (you heard from me first!)

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