You who know me know my heart for the abused in this world. My mother sent this to me and I am compelled to pass it on. Please note that this is very disturbing and not at all suitable for young children. Proceed with caution, the wording is not mine but what was on the e-mail. Please do not take offense and have some kleenex ready for this is very, very sad! God help us stop the abuse forever!
This is a very sad one, it could be happening in your own neighberhood…
please pass it on and don’t be afraid to call 911 to report it if you see it happening!
This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON’T PASS THIS MESSAGE ON TO OTHERS,
YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL!!!
My name is Chris,
I am 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 do a wrong,
I can’t speak at all,
Or else I’m locked up,
All day long.
When I’m awake,
I’m all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren’t home.
When Mom does come home,
I’ll try to be nice,
So maye I’ll just get,
One whipping to night.
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back,
From Charlie’s bar

I hear him curse,
My name is called,
I press myself,
Against the wall.
I try to hide,
From his evil eyes,
I’m so afraid now,
I’m starting to cry.

He finds me weeping,
Calls me ugly words,
He says it’s my fault,
He suffers at work.

He slaps and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free,
And run to 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 it’s now much too late,
His face has been twisted,
Into a unimaginable shape.
The hurt and the pain,
Again and again,
O please God, have mercy!
O 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 Chris,
I am three,
Tonight my daddy,
Murdered me.
And you can help,
Sickens me to the soul,
If you read this
And don’t pass it on.

I pray for your forgiveness,
You would have to be,
One heartless person,
Not to be affected by me.

And because you ARE affected,
Do something about it!
So all I ask you to do
Is pass this on!

IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
Post this as “Daddy… It hurts”
THE NEXT SENTENCE STOPS GOOD INFORMATION
At first I thought this was a chain letter
And I wasn’t going to send it either,
But now I realize that this is and important situation.
At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!!

This is heart wrenching. And it happens across the board. PLEASE KEEP THIS GOING!!!!
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The LORD bless thee, and keep thee:
The LORD make His face shine upon thee,
and be gracious unto thee:
The LORD lift up His countenance upon thee,
and give thee peace.
A picture is worth a thousand words, enough said!
Always remember that Jesus died for us because He loves us! And He also said, “Suffer the little children not to come unto Me.” I do believe.
With a heart that is broken for all of those abused,
Teresa Marie
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