It wasn't until I found myself stumbling that I understood her fall, grasped aimlessly that I sensed her struggles and listened to the silence that I acknowledged her cries. Only a fool sits in judgement when the walls of circumstance are layered so heavy that people from outside can't see in and the people on the inside can't see out.
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This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
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2 comments:
Very wise, thanks for sharing your insights and wisdom.
Hello Mark, it has been said that "time is the great healer." I think we age comes wisdom for we can only learn through our own experiences and those of others.
Thank you
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