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Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;

she knew just what to say.

What to tell her classmates

of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

i found this on a bubble ruffleseed's ttc user page it almsot brought tears to my eyes





At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children,
the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be
forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff,
he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences,
everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn
things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?"

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. "I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and
mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true
human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that
child."

Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were
playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father
knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but
the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give
him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by
others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not
expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said,
"We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be
on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a
team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his
heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of
the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by
three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right
field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be
in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to
him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored
again. Now, with two o

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> > > Girl:I have to tell you something.
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> > > Boy: What?
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> > > Girl: I really like you. And I... I think I'm
> > > falling in love with you.
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> > > Boy: Ok...
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> > > Girl: What do you mean 'ok'?
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> > >
> > > Boy: I don't like you like that...
> > >
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> > >
> > > Girl: Why not?
> > >
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> > >
> > > Boy: I can't tell you... maybe another time...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > From then on, the girl kept asking the boy 'Why
> > > not?' whenever she saw him, and he kept answering
> > > the same answer of 'I'll tell you later.' Finally
> > > the girl got fed up.
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: I'm tired of this! Tell me why you don't like
> > > me!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: Do you really wanna know why?
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: Yes!
> > >
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> > >
> > > Boy: It's because you're uglier than ANYTHING!
> > > What's the point of going out with someone when
> > > they're not pretty?!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Girl: But... I...
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > Boy: Just shut up and leave me alone!
> > >
> > >
> > >
> > > The boy leaves and the girl is sitting there alone,
> > > crying her heart out... Then her cell phone rings.
> > >
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> > > Girl: Hello?
> > >
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> > > Mom: Sweetheart? I want you to go home, ok? I'l l be
> > > home from work in

I found this to pass it on,
Dont next be murdered by Uncle Don,



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It is sad,so get some tissues.


My name is Becky
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 Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
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 story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abus