It Shouldn't Hurt To Be a Child !

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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://www.wingsoffiresurvivors.com/blue.htm





 
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Thanks Mike for sharing that story....and everytime I hear stories of child abuse my heart breaks and tears start to fall...how could someone hurt a child especially their own child. I am taking a ribbon.
 
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Thanks for sharin' Mike!
It is so very sad to hear
that anyone could possibly do
anymore than love & protect
their kids!
This is a great post you have
made hun!
Big Hugs Sweetie!
Sherill


 

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I'll tie a blue ribbon to the antenna of my van, I have grandchildren and cannot even begin to fathom someone hurting them much lessing taking their precious little lives! great post mike, I'll see what I can do about the sticky!
 

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Oh Mikey!!!! You have a way of touching my soul.Of course I will take a ribbon.
Warm hugs & kisses!!
 

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Thank you Mike, I know one mother is doing all she can to keep her baby girl near her now. With all the struggles she has gone thru... Thank you when I wake I am putting it on. Thank you Sweety....
 

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Everytime I read one of these stories of child abuse, I end up in tears. How can anyone do something like that to a innocent child?!? :(

I'm taking a ribbon too. Thank you, Mikey. You have such a wonderful, loving heart. Blessings to you, My Friend.
 

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Wonderful post Mikey! It breaks my heart to know there are monsters out there that would hurt a child.
 

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YOU ARE VERY WELCOME HUN
I DO KNOW THE FEELING
AS I HEAR ABOUT THIS
WAY TO OFTEN OUT HERE
THANX FOR YOUR REPLY
TAKE AS MANY AS YOU LIKE !

Angels'mom said:
Thanks Mike for sharing that story....and everytime I hear stories of child abuse my heart breaks and tears start to fall...how could someone hurt a child especially their own child. I am taking a ribbon.
 

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<tt>BLUE RIBBON AGAINST CHILD ABUSE</tt>

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 says its 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.
It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't
pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, because you would have
to be one heartless person to not be affected by this email.
And because you are affected, 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.
Please forward if you are
*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~
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