It Shouldn't Hurt To Be a Child !

[handymanmike92683]

Thanx Sweety
I miss you !

Originally Posted by chelle7293

love ya french fry! you're welcome........this is one of your best!

[Link021463]

And, again, I say,

More people need to know, hear, act
on this grave issue...

[handymanmike92683]

THANX AGAIN
LINK
LONG TIME NO SEE
HOWS IT GOING MY FRIEND ?

Originally Posted by Link021463

And, again, I say,

More people need to know, hear, act
on this grave issue...

[Link021463]

Originally Posted by handymanmike92683

THANX AGAIN
LINK
LONG TIME NO SEE
HOWS IT GOING MY FRIEND ?

I'm doing okay... I miss being able to spend time on the Roo with my friends, but life has taken up much of my time... I am still working, and also working from home besides in my business... Looking into photography, digital imaging and communications courses at the University where I work...

How's thing's with you, my friend!?

[handymanmike92683]

I'm glad to here your busy
thats always a good thing
but like I found out
ya gotta make time for yourself
and your friends
lifes to short so enjoy as much as you can
I am very busy also with my own house and my business
but Ive been doing good !
I just started gag writing for cartoons
its a blast
Thanx for asking

Originally Posted by Link021463

I'm doing okay... I miss being able to spend time on the Roo with my friends, but life has taken up much of my time... I am still working, and also working from home besides in my business... Looking into photography, digital imaging and communications courses at the University where I work...

How's thing's with you, my friend!?

[Link021463]

Originally Posted by handymanmike92683

I'm glad to here your busy
thats always a good thing
but like I found out
ya gotta make time for yourself
and your friends
lifes to short so enjoy as much as you can
I am very busy also with my own house and my business
but Ive been doing good !
I just started gag writing for cartoons
its a blast
Thanx for asking

Hey... Can I see some of your work?

I want to get into something
like Manga, maybe develop
my own style that will eventually
become the style for animating my wife's
novel, 'DICKOTOMY'...

[roadkill]

Originally Posted by Link021463

Misty TearLJT '01
Written in response to an email I received about a little girl who was abused... until the abuse killed her. Her name was Misty...


A damned tough read
without shed of tear
To all abusive parents
who are out there
Please harm them
not I pray to God above
Rather than hurt them
cherish them with Love
To all you poor children
know that we do care
We do not condone this
and shed a "Misty Tear"

Copyright 82001 Lance Trottier All rights reserved

thanks for this post

[tat2frk2]

Originally Posted by handymanmike92683

It shouldn't hurt to be a child.

Why the color blue?

During the past several years, the blue ribbon has been widely recognized as a national symbol of child abuse awareness. This movement began in the spring of 1989, when a concerned grandmother, Bonnie Finney, of Norfolk, Va., took a stand against child abuse after experiencing the death of her grandson. She tied a symbolic blue ribbon to her van as a signal to her community of her personal commitment to involve everyone in the battle to stop child abuse. Bonnie’s own grandson, Michael Wayne "Bubba" Dickenson, was a tragic, young victim, and his death gave her the strength to encourage others to help in the fight against child abuse and neglect. The spirit of her blue ribbon grew, and it inspired a statewide community based effort to join forces in this tragic battle. In her own words:

Dear Advocate for the Child:

NO! It isn’t true! It simply cannot be true! They are telling me that my grandson is dead ... they are wrong! There must be some mistake ... Michael is fine ... but deep in my heart, I knew it was true for I have not seen him in weeks. It’s been so long since I sat by his side in the hospital. Of course I knew something was wrong as I sat there. I saw fear on his face, the bruises on his body, and the healing cigarette burns on his hands. His doctor did not believe my daughter’s story ... "he fell in slippery water in the bathtub" ... I felt sick ... I didn’t understand ... Are my granddaughters all right, was all I thought. Where are they?

I only had one child. She was a beautiful little girl. She was the light of our eyes. We knew she had entered into a stormy marriage, for we brought her home several times in the five years the marriage lasted. We suspected heavy use of drugs ... BUT ... in those five years, three beautiful, healthy children had been born. I loved them dearly, and they loved me. The children were 16 months, 3 years and 4 years old.

After the ordeal at the hospital, my grandson was placed in foster care for three weeks. He cried when they came to take him back to his mother. He told his foster mother, "my momma doesn’t love me," and he begged to stay. I ached for his dilemma. I was not physically able to care for him. The courts seemed to believe that home was the best place for him ... but I knew better and I told ... no, begged them not to return him to his mother. But I was overruled. My instinct as a grandmother did not count.

I never saw Michael again. My 16 month old granddaughter was hospitalized after being beaten severely ... her leg was broken in four places, and her hand burned from the tip of her little fingers to her wrist. It was only then that the "search was on" for Michael. We learned that he had been killed, wrapped in a sheet, stuffed in a tool box and dumped in to a dismal swamp three months earlier.

My grandchildren had suffered and battled so much throughout their young lives that it sickened me. My life was turned into physical and mental chaos. My efforts to understand became a plea to stop abusing children. I tied a blue ribbon on my van antenna to make people wonder. It caught on locally with restaurants, businesses, the police department and radio and television stations. They all started supporting me in my efforts to make a real awareness campaign.

Why the color blue? I never intend to forget the battered, bruised bodies of my grandchildren. Bruises are black, then eventually blue. Therefore, blue serves as a constant reminder to me to fight for our children. Everyday, I pray that our children will be allowed to hear the sounds of a different drummer.

Join with me ... we must protect our most precious gift of all ... our children. Please wear a blue ribbon ... put one on your car ... give one to your friends ... tell them what it means ... you may be saving a child’s life! If you suspect anything is happening to your children ... your grandchildren ... the child next door ... PLEASE ACT! If you don’t get any results or a response, please try again. You may not hear their screams ... you may not see their bruises ... so check for the pain and screams in their eyes.

Bonnie Finney, Norfolk, Va.

The determination of Bonnie Finney is a major reason why The National Exchange Club and the National Exchange Club Foundation decided to become so strongly involved in the Blue Ribbon campaign. Exchange wants to make a public commitment to Bonnie, along with countless children and parents, to help improve the quality of life for many by preventing child abuse

From the Child Abuse Prevention Foundation. Reprinted with permission.

Please feel free to take the above logo and place it on your site to show your support in the fight against child abuse. Make sure you link your logo back to:

http://The Blue Ribbon Campaign - The Fight Against Child Abuse

Abuse, How does a person do that to there own child? A child is brought into this world. A virgin at every thing. They have to be nurtured and loved. Later on there is a lot of learning. But the Grand Mother new her daughter was the abuser. I think they would have to tie me up. Because I would kill her. She and the husband/boyfriend, have no place on this earth. Thanks for this great story. Do you know if there are special blue ribbon you can by?
Right now I'm sitting on pins and needles. My 5th grand child was to be born yesterday. Guess she just doesn't want to come out. It's to nice and cozy in there.

[squirt]

My little girl met a new friend,
just the other day,
on the playground at school
between the tires and the swings

But she came home with tear-filled eyes,
and she said to me "Daddy, Alyssa lies"

Well I just brushed it off at first,
'cause I didn't know how much my little girl had been hurt
or the things she had seen.
I wasn't ready when I said "You can tell me"

and she said...

"Alyssa lies to the classroom,
Alyssa lies everyday at school,
Alyssa lies to the teachers
as she tries to cover every bruise"

My little girl laid her head down that night to go to sleep
As I stepped out the room,
I heard her say a prayer so soft and sweet
"God bless my mom and my Dad
and my new friend, Alyssa
*oh*I know she needs you bad

Because Alyssa lies to the classroom,
Alyssa lies everyday at school,
Alyssa lies to the teachers
as she tries to cover every bruise"

I had the worst night of sleep in years
as I tried to think of a way to calm her fears
I knew just what it was I had to do
but when we got to school on Monday I heard the news

My little girl asked me why everybody looked so sad
the lump in my throat grew bigger
with every question that she asked.
Until I felt the tears run down my face
and I told her that Alyssa wouldn't be at school today

'Cause she doesn't lie in the classroom
she doesn't lie anymore at school
Alyssa lies with Jesus
because there's nothin' anyone would do

Tears filled my eyes when my little girl asked me why
Alyssa lies
*Oh Daddy, oh* Daddy tell me why
Alyssa lies

[Misty]

I'll take a ribbon

This made me cry....it's beautifull Mike

huggs