*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~*

Becky is Dead


##Against CHILD abuse!##

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 abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
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Sarah was a cheerleader on the team and had everything she ever wanted.
Until one day... her life crashed.







Mom: Wake up honey. Chris is downstairs waiting for you.

Sarah: Oh my gosh. I woke up too late! I still need a shower and everything!




Right when she said that Chris walked into her room smiling from ear to ear.





Chris: No baby. You're beautiful just like that- now come on, I'm starving.

Sarah: Okay.




Sarah got out of bed, put on some clothes, took his hand, and walked out the door to his car and got in.




Sarah: Where are we going? Remember that I have to be home by 1. I have cheerleading practice and you have football.

Chris: I know..


Then Sarah noticed that Chris was really pale-looking.



Sarah: Chris are you feeling okay? You look like you're sick..

Chris: Yeah; it's just my allergies.

Sarah: Are you sure? Did you go to the doctor yet?

Chris: Yeah.. I went yesterday. They just said to take some allergy pills and that I'll be okay.



Sarah turned to look away from Chris.
She knew there was something wrong.
She has allergies and she doesn't look like that.
Then he reached out and held her hand.




Sarah: Chris your hands are so cold. I dont think you're okay tell me what's really wrong.. do we need to go back to the house?

Chris: I promise you baby; everything is okay.. they told me to go back tomorrow but I'm not going because there's nothing wrong with me.

Sarah: Chris you need to go! If they told you to then there is something wrong!




Chris let go of her hand and turned back to the road and didn't talk to her the rest of the way.
Sarah just looked at him.
They finally pullled up to the resturaunt and ate breakfast.




Chris: Did you bring your cheerleading stuff or do we have to go back to your house to get it?

Sarah: I have it.. do you really think you should go to football practice like that ?

Chris: Yes Sarah. I'm fine.

Sarah: If you say so..

Chris: Sarah, baby, would I lie to you?

Sarah: No...






They got back in the car and went to the field.
They got out and started practice.
Sarah was practicing a new cheer, but then out of no where she heard a boy yell,



"HE'S NOT MOVING SOMEONE CALL 911! HELP COACH!"


Right when she heard that she turned around and saw Chris on the ground just laying there, not moving.
She ran to him but her dad pushed her back.






Dad: No honey. You shouldn't be right here.




Sarah started to cry.




Sarah: Daddy. What happened? Is he okay?

Dad: Honey. Please just go back with your coach.





Sarah walked back and sat on the bench with her head in her hands while an ambulance came and took him away.
She got in the car with her dad and they went to the hospital.
When they got there his mom was already there and talking to the doctor.
They walked over and listened...




Doctor: You may want to sit down for this.

Chris's Mom: Is he okay?

Doctor: Ma'am.. your son has lukiemia. We can put him on treatments, but he might not make it because the cancer has already spread too much.






Sarah was shocked and began to cry on her dads shoulder.





Chris's Mom: Treatments?

Doctor: Well the treatments would cause hair loss... but it will help slow the cancer down.

Chris's Mom: But he's certain to die?

Doctor: Yes.. but we have had this surgery to clear out the clogs.. but it's possible that he will not make it.

Chris's Mom: I will have to talk to him about this. Can we see him now?

Doctor: Yes. One at a time though.







Chris's mom looked over at Sarah and hugged her tight she knew that Sarah loved him with all her heart.







Chris's Mom: You go first sweetheart.

Sarah: Are you sure?

Chris's Mom: Yes honey.





Sarah walked slowly to his room and turned the knob.
She just stood there, looking at him lying there weak.
He was so pale and he had tubes surrounding him.
It was painful for her to look at him.
Chris looked at her and weakly smiled at her.
She went over and kneeled down beside him.






Chris: Did they already tell you?

Sarah: Yes...

Chris: I'm sorry Sarah. I didn't want you to find out like this.

Sarah: It's okay; I understand Chris.

Chris: Baby I love you so much.

Chris reached up and slowly ran his fingers through her hair.

Sarah: I love you too Chris. With all my heart.. and I will be here for you 'till the end.

Chris: Im going to be okay Sarah.



The nurse walked in with Chris's mom.






Nurse: Its her turn now.


Chris looked at Sarah.




Chris: Bye baby.

Sarah: Bye.



Sarah kneeled down and softly kissed his cold lips.

Months went by and Chris lost his hair, but they were still deeply in love and Sarah was by him everyday.
Chris was getting worse to where he couldn't even play football, and the championship game was coming up.

Chris was sitting on Sarah's porch with her and her dad.





Chris: Coach.. I wanna play tomorrow.

Dad: Chris I know you do.. but I can't let you do that.. you'll get hurt.





Chris: No, coach. Please. This might be the last time on the field for me. I want to be able to play one more time.





Dad looked at Chris and then at Sarah.
Sarah nodded her head.







Dad: You're a strong boy, Chris, and very brave. I think we can do this.

Chris: Thank you so much coach.





Sarahs dad nodded his head.





Dad: So what are you two doing tonight?

Chris: I wanna show Sarah something if that's okay.

Dad: Of course; you two be careful.




Chris took Sarah's hand and lead her to his car.
It was completely dark outside when they pulled up to the football field.




Sarah: What are we doing here?

Chris: Follow me.






Chris grabbed a blanket and laid it down onto the field.
They both laid there looking at the stars.








Sarah: This is so beautiful.

Chris: I do this often. I wanted to show you the place I love.

Sarah: Do you remember the flowers you gave me on our very first date?

Chris: Sure I do; I gave you lillies; your favorite.

Sarah: Yeah... I'll never forget that day.

Chris: I want you to always remember something Sarah.

Sarah: What is it?

Chris: I will always be with you.. and I will always love you.. you're my one and only..





Sarah started tearing.




Sarah: I love you so much, Chris.

Chris: And I also want you to be happy.. I want you to marry someone, have kids, make a family, just live a happy life for me.

Sarah: No. I will never marry anyone.. im marrying you Chris

Chris: Just don't forget what I told you.




Chris leaned in and kissed her.
She pushed him off and jumped up




Sarah: You still think you can catch me?

Chris: Oh yeah. I'm stronger than I look.

Sarah: Then come get me.





Chris stood up and chaised her around the football feild until he finally caught her.
He laid on top of her and put her hands behind her back and held her there so she couldn't move.
Then it started to rain and they were getting soaked but they didn't care.





Chris looked deep into her eyes.

Chris: Who's the weak one now huh?

Sarah: Me (she giggled)

Chris: Remember what you told me that night when we were at dinner?

Sarah: No.. what?

Chris: You have always wanted to kiss in the rain with the one you love.

Sarah: Yeah?

Chris: Well your wish is my comand.






Chris leaned down and kissed her deeply.
He pulled away.






Chris: You're so beautiful.

Sarah: You're such a good kisser. (she laughed.. so did he)

Chris: I better get you home.




They got into the car and went home.
It was hard for them to sleep that night but they did.
It was finally the big day and they were all at the football field.
Chris had on all his football gear, and Sarah was ready to cheer him on.
The game began.
The crowd was going wild for Chris while Sarah was cheering her heart out for him.
The score was 36 to 36.
All they had to do was make one more point and they would win.
Chris had the ball and ran with all he had to the touchdown line and threw the ball down.
He had made a touch down!
Everyone was cheering.
They had won the game!
But for Chris.. he may have lost his life.
He fell to the ground trying to catch his breath.
Sarah ran to him and kneeled down over him.
He looked up at her gasping for breath.
Everyone was heading to the field.
Her dad stood infront of them.





Dad: Back away.. give them a moment please.. that's my daughter's love.

Chris gently raised his hand and whiped her tears away.

Sarah: Don't die Chris.. I need you.. I love you..

Chris: I told you this was my dream to win the championship.. to be in the big game.. to die on this feild.. I made history.




Sarah leaned down and kissed him, knowing this was the last she would ever kiss him, the last time she would ever talk to him.
She had so much to say but had no time to say it.




Chris: I love you baby. Tell Mom I love her too.. and tell coach thank you.

Sarah: I love you Chris. I love you so much.

Chris: I'll wait for you.....




Chris's hand dropped and he let go.
He died that night on the football feild.
Sarah cried for 2 months straight.
Sarah was lying on her bed when her dad walked in.



Dad: Honey, it's been 2 months. Please get up. He would want you to have fun and be happy.

Sarah: I know..

Dad: Guess what.

Sarah: What?

Dad: They are building a new stadium. Isn't that great honey? Come on, I want you to come with me before they tear the old one down.






Sarah got up and went with her dad to the field.
They climbed to the top of the bleachers and looked down.





Sarah: It's like it was just yesterday. He was out there throwing the football, making that touchdown.




Her dad wrapped his arms around her and she began to cry.





Dad: I know baby.. I know.

Then Sarah noticed something on the feild.

Sarah: Whats that daddy? Look. (Sarah pointed to the field)

Dad: Looks like some flowers are blooming.

Sarah: Oh my gosh, daddy! Stop them! Don't let them tear this down! Please! Chris planted me something!!!





Her dad ran down there and stopped them.
Weeks later the flowers had bloomed.
Her and her dad went to look at them.
They were lillies that left a message saying, "I Love You".





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so so sad but in a good way

Sad Story




I got this from someone else:


I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.



The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.



The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."



Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,

are you sure I don't have enough money?''



The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''



Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.



The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.



Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.



"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.



She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."



I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.



But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."



His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''



My heart nearly stopped.



The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."



Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."



"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."



Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.



I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check

again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''



"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.



The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"



Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''



"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''



"My mommy loves white roses."



A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.



I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.



I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.



Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.



The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical

state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the

life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.



Was this the family of the little boy?



Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.



I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.



She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.



I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is

still, to this day, hard to imagine.



And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.



Now you have 2 choices:



1) Repost this message, or



2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.