Today, I sat here and looked at new books to buy for my Kindle. I was brought to tears, as I counted the dozens of books that deal with the pain of childhood. For years I myself have battled with the desire to be a father, and just can’t grasp the idea of mistreated, a young innocent life like that.
It seems that everyday as of late, we here of another child, being abducted or just another child being abused.
Just what goes on in the mind of some of these folks. Have the lost the sense of beauty, and forgotten the laughter that is caused by a child. Let’s not forget, all the moments, and faces of the things they simply inspired of us.
I can remember my very first assist in a delivery of a new born. It was at the Fulton street subway platform, on my way to school. The feeling of having that newborn in my hands, and looking down and seeing her smile, and cry. To see how she clung to her mom as I laid heron her mothers belly. It would be hard to imagine that a moment like that could escape a person, to the point of beating a child so far.
Now, let keep things in perspective. A child will most likely need to be corrected, and spanked at times. It’s part of the growing up. But we need to draw the line, and I guess we as a people need to see, and help. Yes I said help, not just simply call a police officer, lend a hand.
I refuse to believe that all these folks who have killed their kids, or abused them as they have. That NO one was there to see. Ask yourself this, if I were growing up today would I want someone to help me in the moments when someone was hurting me?
Children are a gift, a rare treat to fill our lives with a joy that NOTHING else in life will give you. Just remember that when you see another child crying as you walk away.