"Take This Candle And Let It Be The Light On The Path
For Those Who Seek To Find Their Way
To Peace, Love And Healing."
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Never, Never, NEVER Shake A Baby or Child!
Shaken Baby Syndrome
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 no wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark and I know that
My folks are gone. 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
F A M I L Y
I ran into a stranger as he passed by,
"Oh excuse me please" was my reply.
He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you."
We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.
But at home a different story is told,
How we treat our loved ones, young and old.
Later that day, cooking the evening meal,
My son stood beside me very still.
When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown.
He walked away, his little heart broken.
I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed,
God's still small voice came to me and said,
"While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you use,
But the children you love, you seem to abuse.
Go and look on the kitchen floor,
You'll find some flowers there by the door.
Those are the flowers he brought for you.
He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue.
He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise,
And you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."
By this time, I felt very small,
And now my tears began to fall.
I quietly went and knelt by his bed;
"Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.
"Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.
I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.
I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."
I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;
I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."
He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.
I love you anyway."
I said, "Son, I love you too,
And I do like the flowers, especially the blue.
Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company
that we are working for could easily replace us in a
matter of days?
But the family we left behind will feel the loss for the
rest of their lives?
And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into
work than to our own family -
an unwise investment indeed, don't you think?
So what is behind the story?
Do you know what the word FAMILY means?
FAMILY = (F)ather (A)nd (M)other, (I) (L)ove (Y)ou!
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING
(Written by a former child)
A message every adult should read, because children are
watching you and doing as you do, not as you say.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first
painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat,
and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my favorite
cake for me and I learned that the little things can be the
special things in life.
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a prayer,
and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and
I learned to trust in God.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help
take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your
time and money to help people who had nothing
and I learned that those who have something
should give to those who don't.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take
care of our house and everyone in it and I learned
we have to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled
your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good
and I learned that I would have to be responsible
when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from
your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared
and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and productive
person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and
wanted to say, "Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn't looking."