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read this poem writen by the thoughts of a young girl, then read the story at the bottom from me to you ...butch..ar
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 a wrong, Or else I'm locked up, All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home. 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, Murdered me.
Every day thousands of kids just like Sarah are killed at the hands of one or both of their parents. And you can help. Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this email.
....it makes me sick to think of it going on..I came very close one time a few years ago of going to prison for assault and battery. I was at the sonic drive-inn late at night one summer after working the 3-11 shift and sat and watched a young man beating his girlfriend on the face and head across the other side.........others saw this and just sat there.....
...I told myself the next time he hit her I was going to go over there and talk to him, but he backed out and left. as he circled the drive-inn to leave he had to drive right by me and I stood outside my truck to get a good look at him as he drove by, I recognized this young man as a local big shot's son, who more than likely saw this in his own home..
Weeks and weeks went by and I was still mad at myself for not stepping in and helping that young lady that night. It left me a empty feeling for not getting involved. One day when I was in wal-mart to get some fishing baits, I rounded the corner and right in front of me was this very same young lady and even though it had been weeks and weeks she still bore some marks from repeative beatings. I knew then that she was going thru hell and did not know what or how to stop it. She avoided my eye contact I tried to initiaize for she was so very young and preciously beautifull, and as before I stood there and let her walk away without muttering one word of encoragement.
A few weeks went by and every time I would stop at the sonic late at night my gut would get all wretched inside and mad at me for what I had ignored and did nothing. But, one night things changed just as I started to leave after eating, this young man and young lady pulled into a empty stall right across from me. The sonic that night had very few patrons for it was late on a weekend, maybe 7 cars on the whole lot. I will admit looking back I was a bit nosy and watched every move he made across the divide. He would lean over and kiss her and they would giggle like kids do, then he would take her head and force it into his lap right there in public and everytime she came back up, he would slap her.
I reached for the door handle of the truck and looked to see if others was seeing what I was looking at and yes they were, the young man had a audience of people in 7 or 8 cars all watching him abusing her...As, I neared his window after crossing the divide very hurriedly he had allready started using his fists on her face, just like I had sat and done nothing months before. my thoughts ran thru me as I got closer, do nothing but talk to him and embaress him, if I had to hit him do it with open palm hands, do not become an abuser yourself, I heard my concious talking as I pecked on his window
he rolled down the window about half-way and with a sly grin across his face said what u want old man,--- he should not have said that for I reached inside the half open window and got him by the collar and drug him half thru that window and slapped him around several times while he was defenseless hung in the open window, when he was good and dazed I asked him how this felt? the young lady fled to inside of the sonic drive-inn, she was but a mere 16 years old and was very preety
the young man who was 19 filed charges on me and I went thru hell defending myself for none of the other witnessess to this would come forward and the car was parked to where the manager of the sonic did not see what all happened . When the police arrived it looked like I had abused a young man out on a date, even though the young lady had a bloody nose and eyes were swelling. all, the other cars who witnessed this trajedy had left when the police arived. they chose to not get involved. I was arrested and came close to spending the night in the drunk tank with the wino's of our county government, but a late night call to my lawyer friend, saved me from this. I was cold sober, I had just finished working a 8 hour shift.
I was disgraced by the community in the coming weeks, eyes would avid making contact with mine even my own BIG CHURCH body questioned my intentions that night and everybody that was not there told me what they would have done. I got involved, let it pass one time and forever regrtted it and no sir, I stood my ground. The salt stopped pouring as I was visited one night right before my trial by several of the older Deacons of my church. After this visit, as of today I have not stepped foot back into that church!
The prosecuting attorney even offered me a plea bargin,. this both frightened me it had went this far and made me madder and more determined to have my say in court. I stood my ground and did not back down. I went to the local editor of the local paper and told him my story and asked him would he please before the next several days , wright a editoral asking for the witnessess of this incident to come forward. he just grinned and said he would do this for he was an enemy of this young man's father himself, for he knew first hand how he used his weight around town.
One of the finest editorials ever written on abusive situations came out in our local paper and ran for 3 days. In it he mentioned a strong point, to get involved when lifes are at stake, no matter what happens, to get involved.
Then the day of my trial came up and as I sat with my lawyer outside the judges chambers waiting to go to trial all charges got dropped, the prosecuting attorney had been swamped with 7 other witnessess who came forward and told the same story I had told........and you should have seen the front page story in our local paper the next day.
the guilty young man in all this was a big shot in town's son.......he now is a high dollar big shot lawyer himself and everytime he sees me , he crossess to the other side of the street. Never, knew what happened to the preety young lady, for she was from the poor side of town--hoping she is married to a nice guy that respects and worships the ground she walks on and never has to go thru a beating again. I got involved, what would you have done? If given a second chance would you step in and save a SARAH, like in the above poem?
butch...ar
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 a wrong, Or else I'm locked up, All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren't home. 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, Murdered me.
Every day thousands of kids just like Sarah are killed at the hands of one or both of their parents. And you can help. Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this email.
....it makes me sick to think of it going on..I came very close one time a few years ago of going to prison for assault and battery. I was at the sonic drive-inn late at night one summer after working the 3-11 shift and sat and watched a young man beating his girlfriend on the face and head across the other side.........others saw this and just sat there.....
...I told myself the next time he hit her I was going to go over there and talk to him, but he backed out and left. as he circled the drive-inn to leave he had to drive right by me and I stood outside my truck to get a good look at him as he drove by, I recognized this young man as a local big shot's son, who more than likely saw this in his own home..
Weeks and weeks went by and I was still mad at myself for not stepping in and helping that young lady that night. It left me a empty feeling for not getting involved. One day when I was in wal-mart to get some fishing baits, I rounded the corner and right in front of me was this very same young lady and even though it had been weeks and weeks she still bore some marks from repeative beatings. I knew then that she was going thru hell and did not know what or how to stop it. She avoided my eye contact I tried to initiaize for she was so very young and preciously beautifull, and as before I stood there and let her walk away without muttering one word of encoragement.
A few weeks went by and every time I would stop at the sonic late at night my gut would get all wretched inside and mad at me for what I had ignored and did nothing. But, one night things changed just as I started to leave after eating, this young man and young lady pulled into a empty stall right across from me. The sonic that night had very few patrons for it was late on a weekend, maybe 7 cars on the whole lot. I will admit looking back I was a bit nosy and watched every move he made across the divide. He would lean over and kiss her and they would giggle like kids do, then he would take her head and force it into his lap right there in public and everytime she came back up, he would slap her.
I reached for the door handle of the truck and looked to see if others was seeing what I was looking at and yes they were, the young man had a audience of people in 7 or 8 cars all watching him abusing her...As, I neared his window after crossing the divide very hurriedly he had allready started using his fists on her face, just like I had sat and done nothing months before. my thoughts ran thru me as I got closer, do nothing but talk to him and embaress him, if I had to hit him do it with open palm hands, do not become an abuser yourself, I heard my concious talking as I pecked on his window
he rolled down the window about half-way and with a sly grin across his face said what u want old man,--- he should not have said that for I reached inside the half open window and got him by the collar and drug him half thru that window and slapped him around several times while he was defenseless hung in the open window, when he was good and dazed I asked him how this felt? the young lady fled to inside of the sonic drive-inn, she was but a mere 16 years old and was very preety
the young man who was 19 filed charges on me and I went thru hell defending myself for none of the other witnessess to this would come forward and the car was parked to where the manager of the sonic did not see what all happened . When the police arrived it looked like I had abused a young man out on a date, even though the young lady had a bloody nose and eyes were swelling. all, the other cars who witnessed this trajedy had left when the police arived. they chose to not get involved. I was arrested and came close to spending the night in the drunk tank with the wino's of our county government, but a late night call to my lawyer friend, saved me from this. I was cold sober, I had just finished working a 8 hour shift.
I was disgraced by the community in the coming weeks, eyes would avid making contact with mine even my own BIG CHURCH body questioned my intentions that night and everybody that was not there told me what they would have done. I got involved, let it pass one time and forever regrtted it and no sir, I stood my ground. The salt stopped pouring as I was visited one night right before my trial by several of the older Deacons of my church. After this visit, as of today I have not stepped foot back into that church!
The prosecuting attorney even offered me a plea bargin,. this both frightened me it had went this far and made me madder and more determined to have my say in court. I stood my ground and did not back down. I went to the local editor of the local paper and told him my story and asked him would he please before the next several days , wright a editoral asking for the witnessess of this incident to come forward. he just grinned and said he would do this for he was an enemy of this young man's father himself, for he knew first hand how he used his weight around town.
One of the finest editorials ever written on abusive situations came out in our local paper and ran for 3 days. In it he mentioned a strong point, to get involved when lifes are at stake, no matter what happens, to get involved.
Then the day of my trial came up and as I sat with my lawyer outside the judges chambers waiting to go to trial all charges got dropped, the prosecuting attorney had been swamped with 7 other witnessess who came forward and told the same story I had told........and you should have seen the front page story in our local paper the next day.
the guilty young man in all this was a big shot in town's son.......he now is a high dollar big shot lawyer himself and everytime he sees me , he crossess to the other side of the street. Never, knew what happened to the preety young lady, for she was from the poor side of town--hoping she is married to a nice guy that respects and worships the ground she walks on and never has to go thru a beating again. I got involved, what would you have done? If given a second chance would you step in and save a SARAH, like in the above poem?
butch...ar
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