I look back at a lifetime and I don't even recognize the woman who was or the woman I became. Everyone is gone that the post would apply to, and I think did it matter? One life changed, is that possible? There is no doubt it's all about choice and hopefully teaching people whether men or women or children, that they indeed have a choice. There was a time that I would hide in the attic as that was my only escape. But now I am not sure if I am stronger or just a little more bitter. The past is gone and yet the scars do remain because if you erase them all you erase a life. I am not sure if the choices were mistakes or a pattern that we fall into. I have said my goodbyes and still a cloud of darkness and anxiety blanket over me. Taking a deep breath and trying to let it all go. I went out and fed the chickens, walked the dogs and I thought wow! humans think they are all that, but we are really no different than any other animal. Though I do tend to think there is more evil instilled in humans or maybe we just don't have all the answers yet. Education is key to changing how we think, act and react and deal with the consequence of choice and actions. When we can't have peace in those we claim to love, how can we expect the world to find peace? War, evil, hatred, greed surface on a daily basis. People like to compare, but everyone has their own cross to bear. Prayers for all mankind that somehow, they will see through their faults to make the world a better place. I hear young people say I lost all faith in people. Evil has won many a battle, but the war is not over yet.
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.
Saturday, September 24, 2022
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