Sometimes it is out of the "mouth of babes". We are driving down the road and a commercial is on the radio, a fundraiser for the communities poor. Going through our own down spiraling financial problems, my daughter was very aware of economics. She blurted out" I hate the words poor people.. it should be, low on cash" as we are far from poor. "
I thought about all the trials in life, death and illness and a score of negativity that surfaces throughout our life, we are indeed wealthy. Wealthy beyond a financial scope. Looking at the choices that need be made in life... I said to my daughter," every alternate path we travel comes with a wealth of information."
Life the treasure, each person we meet a precious gem.
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.
Friday, July 13, 2007
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