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May 30, 2005nothing pains me worseForget about my belly-pains. I'm a grown man. I can handle it. But if you want to break my stone-cold heart, just tell me story such as this one. Yes, tears come to my eyes. I didn't grow up with all the bells and whistles that a lot of kids have today, but I had a mama and a daddy who loved me and I always knew where home was, even long after I moved out of "the house." That door was always open to me, no matter what. I pity children who don't know that feeling. Comments
It is difficult. Building character where there has been no example of character is the most trying. Had you sat in that panel, you just MIGHT have crawled over that table and beat the shit out of his sorry assed parents. No jobs. Just drugs a la taxpayer. And that's only the nutshell. I still check on the first set of kids that I ever housed. I'll always love them. This one will be no exception. Posted by: Key on May 30, 2005 10:22 PMDamn. That is one strong woman, though. Makes me feel like a self-centered arrogant asshole... which ain't far from the truth. God Bless her and people like her. Posted by: rightisright on May 30, 2005 10:30 PMWhy can't there be more people like Key and less of those asshole parents that threw thier kid away for drugs? Parents like that should be sterilized so they don't over load the system with unwanted kids. I generally hate kids. I was a hellion, especially after my Dad died when I was 12. I expect my Mom (dead now) may have had more than one thought about drowning me after that. Maybe that's why I find children repulsive Post a comment
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