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This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON
YOU DON'T HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris ,
I am 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 do a wrong,
I can't speak at all,
Or else I'm locked up,
All day long
When I'm awake,
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll just get,
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie's bar
I hear him curse,
My name is called ,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now,
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says its my fault,
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to 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 it's now much to late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
And he finally stops,
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
My name is Chris ,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this,
And don't pass it on.
I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected,
By this Poem.
And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do,
Is pass this on!
Please take this for
your own homepage and link to this side:
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as 'Daddy ... It hurts'
If you do not send this to everyone you know
Then you obviously don't care about child abuse.
At first I thought this was just a chain letter
And I wasn't going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is an important situation.
Too many children - each day,
from around the world,
die from child abuse!!!!
This happens across the board,
no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity.
The International Purple Ribbon Project.
click the candle for more info.
||Michael Jackson try to hide his children, using masks on
them. Why can this person still hurt lots of children? Do we talk about
ABUSE? This is the worst man of all in the world. Michael can do whatever
he wants to do! It is a shame.
Webmaster Bent Bay
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ ALL OF THIS and HAVE CHILDREN READ IT TOO!
You must see this movie:
13 year old boy suspended for drawing a gun on paper:
After tossing her books on the sofa,
she decided to grab a snack and get on-line. She logged on under her
screen name ByAngel213. She checked her Buddy List and saw GoTo123 was
on. She sent him an instant message:
Hi. I'm glad you are on! I thought someone was following me home today.
It was really weird!
LOL You watch too much TV. Why would someone be following you? Don't you
live in a safe neighborhood?
Of course I do. LOL I guess it was my imagination cuz' I didn't see
anybody when I looked out.
Unless you gave your name out on-line. You haven't done that have you?
Of course not. I'm not stupid you know.
Did you have a softball game after school today?
Yes and we won!!
That's great! Who did you play?
We played the Hornets. LOL. Their uniforms are so gross! They look like
What is your team called?
We are the Canton Cats. We have tiger paws on our uniforms. They are
Did you pitch?
No I play second base. I got to go. My homework has to be done before my
parents get home. I don't want them mad at me. Bye!
Catch you later. Bye
Meanwhile.......GoTo123 went to the member menu and began to search for
her profile. When it came up, he highlighted it and printed it out. He
took out a pen and began to write down what he knew about Angel so far.
Her name: Shannon
Birthday: Jan. 3, 1985
State where she lived: North Carolina
Hobbies: softball, chorus, skating and going to the mall. Besides this
information, he knew she lived in Canton because she had just told him.
He knew she stayed by herself until 6:30 p.m. every afternoon until her
parents came home from work. He knew she played softball on Thursday
afternoons on the school team, and the team was named the Canton Cats.
Her favorite number 7 was printed on her jersey. He knew she was in the
eighth grade at the Canton Junior High School .. She had told him al! l
this i n the conversations they had on- line. He had enough information
to find her now.
Shannon didn't tell her parents about the incident on the way home from
the ballpark that day. She didn't want them to make a scene and stop her
from walking home from the softball games. Parents were always
overreacting and hers were the worst. It made her wish she was not an
only child. Maybe if she had brothers and sisters, her parents wouldn't
be so overprotective.
By Thursday, Shannon had forgotten about the footsteps following her.
Her game was in full swing when suddenly she felt someone staring at
her. It was then that the memory came back. She glanced up from her
second base position to see a man watching her closely.
He was leaning against the fence behind first base and he smiled when
she looked at him. He didn't look scary and she quickly dismissed the
sudden fear she had felt.
After the game, he sat on a bleacher while she talked to the coach. She
noticed his smile once again as she walked past him. He nodded and she
smiled back. He noticed her name on the back of her shirt. He knew he
had found her.
Quietly, he walked a safe distance behind her. It was only a few blocks
to Shannon's home, and once he saw where she lived he quickly returned
to the park to get his car.
Now he had to wait. He decided to get a bite to eat until the time came
to go toShannon's house. He drove to a fast food restaurant and sat
there until time to make his move.
Shannon was in her room later that evening when she heard voices in the
"Shannon, come here," her father called. He sounded upset and she
couldn't imagine why. She went into the room to see the man from the
ballpark sitting on the sofa.
"Sit down," her father began, "this man has just told us a most
interesting story about you."
Shannon sat back. How could he tell her parents anything? She had never
seen him before today!
"Do you know who I am, Shannon ?" the man asked.
"No," Shannon answered.
"I am a police officer a! nd your online friend, GoTo123.."
Shannon was stunned. "That's impossible! GoTo is a kid my age! He's 14.
And he lives in Michigan !"
The man smiled. "I know I told you all that, but it wasn't true. You
see, Shannon , there are people on-line who pretend to be kids; I was
one of them. But while others do it to injure kids and hurt them, I
belong to a group of parents who do it to protect kids from predators. I
came here to find you to teach you how dangerous it is to talk to people
on-line. You told me enough about yourself to make it easy for me to
find you. You named the school you went to, the name of your ball team
and the position you played. The number and name on your jersey just
made finding you a breeze."
Shannon was stunned. "You mean you don't live in Michigan ?"
He laughed. "No, I live in Raleigh It made you feel safe to think I was
so far away, didn't it?"
"I had a friend whose daughter was like you. Only she wasn't as lucky.
The guy found her and murdered her while she was home alone. Kids are
taught not to tell anyone when they are alone, yet they do it all the
time on-line. The wrong people trick you into giving out info! rmation a
little here and there on-line.. Before you know it, you have told them
enough for them to find you without even realizing you have done it. I
hope you've learned a lesson from this and won't do it again. Tell
others about this so they will be safe too?"
"It's a promise!"
That night Shannon and her Dad and Mom
all knelt down together and thanked God
for protecting Shannon from what could have been a tragic situation.
The Price of Children
The government recently calculated the cost of raising a child from birth to 18
and came up with $160,140.00 for a middle income family. Talk about price shock!
That doesn't include the cost of post-secondary education.
But $160,140.00 isn't so bad if you break it down. It translates into:
* $8,896.66 a year,
* $741.38 a month,
* $171.08 a week.
* A mere $24.24 a day!
* Just over a dollar an hour.
Still, you might think the best financial advice is: don't have children if you
want to be 'rich'. Actually, it is just the opposite.
What do you get for your $160,140.00?
* Naming rights. First, middle, and last!
* Glimpses of God every day.
* Giggles under the covers every night.
* More love than your heart can hold.
* Butterfly kisses and Velcro hugs.
* Endless wonder over rocks, ants, clouds, and warm cookies.
* A hand to hold usually covered with jelly or chocolate.
* A partner for blowing bubbles and flying kites.
* Someone to laugh yourself silly with, no matter what the boss said or how your
stocks performed that day.
For $160,140.00, you never have to grow up. You get to:
* carve pumpkins,
* play hide-and-seek,
* catch lightning bugs,
* never stop believing in Santa Claus.
You have an excuse to:
* keep reading the Adventures of Piglet and Pooh,
* watch Saturday morning cartoons,
* go to Disney movies, and
* wish on stars.
You get to frame rainbows, hearts, and flowers under refrigerator magnets and
collect spray painted noodlewreaths for Christmas, hand prints set in clay for
Mother's Day, and cards with backward letters for Father's Day.
For a mere $24.24 a day, there is no greater bang for your buck. You get to be a
hero just for:
* retrieving a Frisbee off the garage roof,
* taking the training wheels off a bike,
* removing a splinter,
* filling a wading pool,
* coaxing a wad of gum out of bangs, and
* coaching a baseball team that never wins but always gets treated to ice cream
You get a front row seat in history to witness the:
* First step,
* First word,
* First bra,
* First date,
* First time behind the wheel.
You get to be immortal. You get another branch added to your family tree, and if
you're lucky, a long list of limbs in your obituary called grandchildren and
great-grandchildren. You get an education in psychology, nursing, criminal
justice, communications, and human sexuality that no college can match..
In the eyes of a child, you rank right up there under God. You have all the
power to heal a boo-boo, scare away the monsters under the bed, patch a broken
heart, police a slumber party, ground them forever, and love them without
limits, so one day they will, like you, love without counting the cost. That is
quite a deal for the price!!!!!!!
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