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WARNING- This site contains a few graphic, disturbing photographs toward the bottom of the page. I have done this in order to convey the gruesome, beyond hell reality of lives lived, (and for many, not lived!), by millions of children in the United States and abroad, (I say 'millions' because I'm including aborted babies as well). You have been warned!
SO, WHAT'S YOUR EXCUSE?
Why do I show these pictures? You may ask.
Well, for many, hearing about these sorts of things isn't enough. Sometimes seeing it before your very eyes makes it even more real.
For example--abortion--knowing about it isn't enough. But seeing a photo, and seeing that these "are real babies" lying there in a pile in a garbage can like waste inflicts more emotion. It's sad that it has to be that way, but that's the way that it is.
That's what I want. I want people to get more emotional about child abuse and abortion in order that they will want to take a stand and do something about it!
Furthermore, people have gotten lazy about their own country they live in, and the condition it's in, and many things. They figure, "Oh well, I'm only one person. What can I do?" and so they do nothing but sit on their couch with the remote control in their hands.
And some have the attitude that they want to just bury their heads in the sand, and pretend that it doesn't exist. Maybe it will "just go away". They're afraid to say anything, or take a stand, because they don't want to possibly "offend" anyone. If you offend someone over doing what is right in your lifetime--that's awesome! When you take a stand for Jesus Christ, you will offend! The Holy Bible says so! But it also says that God will bless you abundantly for this! Christ warns that the world (who in the endtimes, shall have their consciences seared with a hot iron), will hate you for serving Him!
We've somehow, over time, become desensitized and numb to the many things going on all around us. We live in our own little world and "to hell" with everything else. People, this isn't the way it ought to be; because I promise you this--if we do nothing, it's going to become even more of a hell than what it already is! And if you're under the misconception that these things won't affect you, you're sadly mistaken. Eventually, in time, it will not only affect you, but your children, and your grandchildren, and so on. Oh, and guess what? To an extent--it already is!
What do you want to be doing when it's your time to go? When you stand before God, looking Him directly in the face, and have to give account for everything you've done in your life, (both good and bad), and everything you "haven't done"--what is your excuse going to be?
CHILDREN ARE A BLESSED GIFT FROM GOD!
WE HELP WOMEN--AND MEN! Men are available to "help men" through their difficult times!
This site is 100% free and confidential (however, if you post something publicly, (blog, comments, etc.) then I'm not responsible for whomever reads it..) You will never be asked to give us any personal information whatsoever. If you do, it's because you volunteer it.
This site is NOT about judgment or ridicule! It's about finding love, hope, and peace. It is about having someone to listen, and to hear you. You will in no way every be judged, criticized or ridiculed for your past or your present...or for anything. None of us are perfect. We all need a friend! Here, you have a friend. A real friend.
Talk to me and depend on me... I will be here for you and do whatever I am able to help you through your storms, and show you that there is a beautiful rainbow on the other side...!
We also have men available to help other men through their dilemmas. We ALL need help at times...whether men or women.
Be Sure To Watch Entire Video! It's Based On A True Story! Just hit pause on the music player to your upper left before you begin so the song t hat's playing stops. Thanks in advance for checking it out!
The gentleman in this video was almost aborted by his mother, in real life. In the video, he is the spirit of the unborn baby speaking to his mother.
THIS SITE IS NOT JUST ABOUT ABORTION--BUT PLEASE READ MY STORY
Allow me to say that this site is not just about abortion..it's about our lives and our children.
I'm very against abortion. Throughout all of my pregnancies, everyone told me, "Have an abortion!" But I didn't.
My first pregnancy was the result of an affair. I was married to an abusive man, and got pregnant with another man's child. The father said to me, "Come and be with me, or get rid of it!" I had an appointment for an abortion, though I was horribly against it. I felt I had no other choice. My mother, who was against abortion, but knew I was in a difficult situation and trying to help, said, "Think of it as a clump of matter and then put it out of your mind." But I was unable to think of it as just a clump of matter or put it out of my mind.
The day before my date, I got into my car and my radio was on. The tale end of a song by Whitney Houston was on--"How can you throw away the miracle, the miracle inside of me..." At that point, I laid my hand on my belly and cried. I said, "God, I don't know what I'm going to do. I've always wanted a baby, but thought I couldn't have one. Here I am in this terrible situation. I give this situation to you. I'm keeping my baby and trust that you'll be here with me throughout all of this."
I never went to my appointment. Today I have a beautiful, intelligent nine-year-old girl named Samantha, who her grandparents, father, mother (myself), and everyone else adores.
My husband and I eventually split up in 1999. Almost a year prior to us splitting up, when she was six months old, I had told him that I cheated on him and that this wasn't really his child. He laid on the floor crying...although he had been abusive to me, I felt guilty for cheating. Needless to say, on a somewhat different note, I am less likely to ever cheat again as a result of losing everything that I had. The good thing was that I gained a beautiful daughter out of it!
After my husband left, I had no job, my daughter to take care of (who was soon to be three at the time), and found I was pregnant again. This time it was a man's whom I had slept with one time, who lived next door to us, who had been my friend throughout everything.
He and I went to a fourth of July party and drank quite a bit. We went back to my place and that's the night I became pregnant. This time I was really going to do it. I was depressed because I didn't want to have an abortion. But what was I to do with a daughter, no job, no money, and nowhere to go? My parents threw me out as a teenager and since, have never allowed me to stay with them, no matter what the circumstance. I was even homeless shortly after I turned 18-years-old. The father of this child was going to pay for the abortion, and I was going to make an appointment for the abortion.
But one night I was sitting down by myself on the couch with a notepad and wrote a letter to my unborn baby. The Miami Valley Women's Center here in Dayton, OH has a copy. The letter began with me getting rid of the baby, and having no choice, and ended with me deciding to keep the child. Again, I gave the situation to God.
I ended up staying with my daughter's dad because I had nowhere else to go, and four weeks after giving birth, began working and got my own apartment. The Lord helped me through everything. I gave birth to a beautiful, healthy little boy, whom I named Benjamin. Today, Benjamin is six-years-old and is the apple of his fathers' eye, who begged me to have an abortion and was going to pay for it.
In 2004 I was very serious with a man with whom I also became pregnant. Still a single mother...no help from anyone. I already had two children, but I did not consider abortion. He left me when I was three months pregnant, as I found he was cheating on my with his ex-wife and ex-girlfriend not too long afterwards. I have not heard from him since.
My son, Christopher, is now over a year old. He his a happy little guy who loves to dance and smile. Infact, at daycare, they said he dances constantly and is such a joy! Yes, Christopher is a handful..but he's worth it!
Early in this particular pregnancy, I had lost my job at a local nursing home because of my attendance, though I've always had doctor's notes and my absenteeism has always been legitimate. I suffered terrible morning sickness (later to find out because I had mold in my apartment, bad, in the attic and in the walls) and missed work as a result of it. I had no other income whatsoever except for child support and no help from anyone. I suffered much depression because of my situation, and will admit, the temptation of abortion went through my mind a couple of times, although quickly dismissed. I ended up living off of federal taxes and got a job with a local hospice company soon after Christopher was born. I had excellent credit, but because I was unemployed and no one would hire me, I could not pay credit card bills; and so, I had to file bankruptcy.
Does all of this sound horrible? No. I'm telling you how I made it... because, you see..one can find a way to make it. I had to do things I did not want to do (like bankruptcy); but I'd rather live with bankruptcy than the memory of killing my unborn child.
I had several people say to me, "Get rid of it. You're in a terrible situation, you're not going to be able to do this." And, the abortion clinic on Stroop Road in Kettering, OH is just around the corner from me. I resent people speaking such doubt and unbelief to me, and suggesting that I kill my baby. I did not do that. Instead, I again trusted God to help me through everything and to be my strength.
There are times when I look at my three, precious children and I remember what fate they almost suffered, and how they're so lucky to be here, and did not suffer the fate as so many other poor, precious little babies--but truly almost did.
Just when you thought I'd learned my lesson, wouldn't you know...I got pregnant again. On June 5 of 2006, (my birthday), I discovered I was pregnant with my fourth child. This time, more than any other time I had been pregnant...abortion was the answer. No doubt in my mind. I could NOT have another baby..no way. Even everyone, including those who were firm against abortion and "christian" said, "Get an abortion! Get an abortion!"
I ran straight home and called my insurance company, (United Health Care of Ohio), to find out that they would pay 100% of the abortion. (As a side note, I went to my Ob-Gyn whom I've had all three of my children with, and they informed me that my deductible for this pregnancy was $500, plus 20% of a vaginal delivery; and that they wanted this by my seventh month or else they would not deliver my baby! So I have to find someone else. Regardless, my point...my insurance paid 100% of an abortion, but I had to come up with approximately $950 to keep the baby? Does this make any sense?) I was given a special verification number (by United Health Care), to give to the clinic, (remember this in a few moments here...).
I called the abortion clinic. At the end of the call, I gave the lady that number the insurance company had given to me. She was shocked as to how I had that number..patients never have that number..and that number takes a while to get...no one ever gets that verification number right away like that..especially not the patient. This was a 'good' thing...it would make things happen faster and easier (she said). I made the appointment. Abortionist Haskell, who performs partial birth abortions and many, many others, would be my 'abortionist' (sorry, can't call an abortionist a doctor...a doctor saves lives. An abortionist takes lives.) There was no question about this. This time, I made the decision. And it was final. I told the boyfriend. He said he would support me in whatever decision that I made but did not want a child.
A few days later I was lying in bed saying my prayers. I was crying. I asked God to forgive me for what I had to do. But then I heard a voice, neither male nor female, say to me, "Mommy, please don't let them kill me. Please don't let them take me from you!" I began to cry even more, as I got goose bumps.
I will share one other thing, and I understand where some might not believe this, thinking it "too far out;" but that's okay. I'll tell you anyways because it did happen. And I realize that the baby at the time would've been way too small (only a few weeks pregnant), but I felt a baby kick in my stomach. I have had three and I know the difference between other inner-bodily feelings and a baby moving. This was the kick of a baby...and this was during my prayer.
Let me explain. I believe God allowed this to happen to make it more personal to me--to help me see that abortion was not the easy-out..because it worked. In other words, the kicking was a spiritual thing. God allowing me to feel, in advance, what I would feel later in this pregnancy; maybe a reminder to me that it's a life regardless of my circumstances, and not my right, or my place to take.
At this point, I changed my mind. I also knew that I was going to have a girl. I don't know how I knew this, but I knew. This also made it even more personal.
I told the boyfriend that I had changed me mind, and was he mad. He turned his back on me. We did not live together. I remember sitting there in my apartment that week (I was on vacation) all by myself crying and pining away for the boyfriend. How could he do this to me? Why did I have to suffer this alone? I didn't want a baby either! I already had three children, and Christopher turned six that same week (the day after my birthday (June 6 was his birthday, mine was June 5--and remember, June 5 was the day I found out), he was extremely difficult and a handful...I had just gotten back into shape, lost all of my pregnancy weight I'd worked so hard to get off...my last experience had been horrible! Oh my God, I didn't want another baby! Dear God, why me? I cried incessantly. I was sick with fear and anxiety.
But here I was alone to suffer. I had preachers calling me and praying (friends of my dad's), etc. But none of it brought back the boyfriend. He and I had been like best friends prior to all of this. I wasn't expecting this from him. After one month of hardly seeing him at all, and being blamed, told that it was more my fault than his because I wouldn't have an abortion (as though it were a form a birth control and easy), acted like it was my fault my body decided to get pregnant...he broke up with me.
He works where I live. I had to see him daily, but he would turn his back to me as I drove past.
Now I am almost four months pregnant. Things are pretty rough, I'll admit. But I trust in God to help me as He has before. I don't expect sympathy; infact, as you're reading this, you might think, "Doesn't this girl use birth control? And after three?" or, better, "Why doesn't she wait until she gets married, like one walking in Christ is supposed to?" Yes, this last time, I was taking precautions. But still, I got pregnant regardless. But I have God.
The father of this baby has a desire to get back together and wants to go through this with me now. I'm hesitant because I'm hurt and afraid of being hurt again. I do forgive him, as we all need forgiveness. But he did come back.
I have much support from different people--friends, and people God has put into my path to help along.
On the fifteenth of this month was my one year anniversary at Hospice. So now I can get Family Medical Leave. Also, they will pay me 60% of what I make while I'm off when it's time for baby to be born. There is hope. It can be done. I've done this four times, and never once did I go through with an abortion.
So sad, so many babies must suffer and be brutally murdered..so many spirits of the innocent nestled safely within their mother's warm womb...ripped out and torn, coldly and crudely by the hands of one who hates them; the hands who only care about the money they will soon hold...not the baby that never got held. And here I am, a single mom with three, and one on the way, all by myself with little help at all. And I choose to put my faith in my God above. I know it will be oh so hard...and I know I will not be able to do things other people can go and do so freely. I will be strapped. But I will make it. After all, it's a human. It's a part of me. It's helpless. It needs me. It is a baby--it's MY BABY!
I want to say, never give up hope..because where there is faith, there is love..and there is God. He will never leave you, never abandon you, nor forsake you. Trust in Him.
And if you have a child or children already and can't seem to handle it, or the burden of parenting is weighing you down--there's A LOT of help out there for you. You don't have to do something you'll regret for the rest of your life! Trust me! I'm here, and there's lot's of places here to walk you through your toughest times. Feel free to look through my links provided near the bottom of this page.
God bless you! And I hope you make the right decisions for you, and most of all, for your child--whether that child is growing inside of you now, or is already in this world! That child depends on you and loves you!
DAILY DEVOTIONAL
Copied from the book, PURSUIT OF HIS PRESENCE, by Kenneth & Gloria Copeland
"Sanctify them [purify, consecrate, separate them for Yourself, make them holy] by the Truth. Your Word is Truth." John 17:17, The Amplified Bible
THE ONLY THING
With all the glory and power God is pouring out right now, you'd think every believer on earth would be happy as a pig in the sunshine. You'd think every one of us would be healed and delivered and shouting God's praises all day long. You'd think we'd all be free of every bondage of the devil.
But, quite frankly, many believers are more frustrated today than they've ever been in their lives. God's miracle-working power is falling around them like rain...yet no matter where they go, they can't seem to get wet! These baffled believers go from one meeting to the next, hoping God will heal them of some sickness, or free them from some habit or sin that has ensnared them.
When they get to the service, they shout and holler and praise God. They run up and down the aisle and have a great time. They fall on the floor under the power of God.
Yet, as wonderful as all those things are, by the time they get home, they're hurting again. So they sadly say, "Well, I guess I didn't get anything tonight either."
If that has happened to you, I want you to pay close attention. If you've been walking around thinking, I just don't understand it. In times past, anybody could pray for me and I'd get healed. But now even the most anointed ministers can pray for me and nothing happens, I want you to know something: God is not neglecting you. He is not ignoring your need. He is telling you it's time to grow up.
Don't cry over this. It's good news! God is letting you know that you're mature enough in Him that you don't need baby food anymore. you don't need anybody to feed you healing and deliverance. You don't have to run around from one meeting to the another trying to get in on a miracle. You've grown to the point where He expects you to pick up your Bible and get what you need by faith.
You're not alone either. There are many other believers who have reached this same stage of spiritual growth. From now on, if they're going to walk in freedom--from sickness, sin, diseaase, poverty, and all the rest of the devil's junk--they'll have to get it from the Word.
Jesus is saying to them, as He has said to me, "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free" (John 8:32). What's more, it is the only thing that will make you free!
SPEAK THE WORD!
I know the truth and it makes me free! John 8:32
For further study, John 8:31-38, Daily Scripture Reading, Proverbs 13-14; Psalm 6

CHILD ABUSE STATISTICS-The Numbers Are Alarming, and Growing!
Child abuse and neglect is reaching epidemic proportions with disastrous consequences. Judges, lawyers, physicians and other community professionals agree that tax dollars would be best spent preventing abuse and preserving families. Unfortunately, adequate resources have not been invested by state and Federal government to make significant prevention possible. One problem is that on both these levels the political constituency necessary to meet the needs of children has not been organized.
It is clear that children and families need advocates. They need a concerned body of individuals who are willing to champion their rights and fight for advances in services that benefit children.
They need you.
According to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, in 2003, approximately 906,000 children were victims and an estimated 1,500 children died of abuse or neglect.
Locally, according to Colorado Association of Family and Children's Agencies (CAFCA), children in Colorado desperately need protection and care. Recently released statistics from 2005 include:
In 2005, apporoximately 30,000 children were reported abused or neglected and referred for investigation in Colorado.
Out of that number, nearly 9,000 cases were substantiated or indicated as abused. Twenty-one percent suffered physical abuse, 46.6% neglect, 1.4% medical neglect, 11.5% sexual abuse, 5% psychological maltreatment and 18% other or unknown.
Boys and girls are equally likely to be abused or neglected.
Approximately 80% of child abuse is perpetrated by a parent or caregiver.
An average of 20 children in Colorado die from suspected abuse or neglect every year.
Children under the age of 4 account for 75% of all child abuse deaths.
Neglect occurs more frequently than abuse and can be equally damaging and deadly. 30% of all child fatalities are due to neglect.
11,927 children spent some portion of 2005 in substitute (foster) care.
Approximately 1,500 abused and neglected children receive intensive, rehabilitative mential health services in residential programs.
The majority of children in residential care have been victims of significant physical or sexual abuse.
Do these numbers frighten you? They should. And it's only getting worse everyday. What price must children pay before you and I do something about child abuse?
Article courteousy of Tennyson Center for Children

Click on book photo above to see my site, TheOldPeople.com!
Inspiring Poem From My Book-The Old People
If just for one day I could walk again, or run throughout the hills, if I could do all of those things I'd dreamed of and never did, then the suffering would all be worth it in the end. If for only just a moment I could stand atop the highest mountain and see the angels fly, if I could feel the summer wind blowing against my face, instead of living life as though I were in a race.
If just for one night I could dance again, and twirl about the stage, the most magical music would forever play, as my soul and my spirit would be so free and so gay. If just one last time I could feel your warm breath and touch your soft lips with kisses, your eyes would light up as flames of the fire, I would say I was strong, when you really made me weak, and I would be but a liar.
If just for one morning I could make a difference, in someone elses life, I would spread all of the love and kindness around, and graciously give all of the joy I had found. If I could go back just 10 years ago, every day would be lived as though it were my last, why must we waste so much precious time, until our future becomes our past.
Â©2003 by Christina L. Ferris
The Old People: Mastering the art of love and care through their experiences & stories
DAYTON DAILY NEWS ARTICLE ABOUT MY BOOK
Dayton Daily News-LIFE SECTION
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Christina Ferris (above), author of a book about the elderly, visits with Lorraine Liesenhoff.
Ron Alvey, Dayton Daily News Photo
*What: The Old People: Mastering the art of love & care through their experiences & stories, by Christina L. Ferris (Publish America; $16.95 through February, $19.95 thereafter).
*For information: Contact Ferris at [email protected] or visit her website, www.theoldpeople.com
*Public appearances: Second and fourth Thursdays of every month, including Feb. 26, hand massage and manicures from 9 to 10 a.m. at Golden Age Senior Center in Xenia, 130 E. Church St., and 11 a.m. to noon at Beavercreek Senior Center, 3696 Highmont St.
*Book signing and talk: 7 p.m. May 4 at Books & Co., 350 E. Stroop Road, Town & Country Shopping Center, Kettering.
THROUGH AN ELDER'S EYES
By Kevin Lamb
[email protected]
Christina Ferris' empathy for older people began as a child's fascination.
She was 7 or 8 when her grandmother started taking her along to visit a friend in a nursing home. The sights and sounds and pungent smells were all new to her. People stared blankly and groaned loudly.
'Young woman has clear insight into the hearts, heads of seniors'
"They looked sad and lonely," Ferris said, "and I wanted to know why. I was very curious about what their lives were like. It made me sad to see other people sad, and I wanted to make them happy. I wanted to see if I could bring a smile to their face, do something about their loneliness."
The interest continued long after her grandmother's friend died â€” through teenage friendships with her grandmother's contemporaries, to her 1995 career choice of nurses' aide in nursing homes and the recent publication of her book, The Old People: Mastering the Art of Love and Care Through Their Experiences and Stories.
"In every chapter, I tried to be the person I was writing about," said Ferris, a 31-year-old Kettering resident and Centerville High School grad.
The book is a fictional collection of short stories from the first-person perspectives of residents, family members and employees in retirement communities. Ferris had written journals most of her life, and wanted to illustrate the emotional and physical needs of the elderly by conveying how they think. Her characters have lost much of what defined them outwardly, along with their possessions and control of their lives, but they still think of themselves as the prime adults of their memories, reliving the good ones and releasing the bad.
"I really like the book," said Beverley Laubert, Ohio's Long-Term Care Advocate. "The way she wrote the book so it sounds like the people's experiences, I believe she's right on target. It lets people know what it's like to live by someone else's schedule and turn on the call light and wait and wait and wait."
Ferris, who does home care and community relations for ComForcare Senior Services, will talk March 4 at the state Ombudsman Continuing Education Seminar, because Laubert said she understands seniors' quality of life is as important as their more heavily emphasized quality of care. More than half a dozen senior centers and retirement homes have invited Ferris to speak to employees, residents or families.
"I believe when you get older, your body ages and you learn more, but when I turn 80 I'll be the same person I am now," Ferris said.
"Nursing homes are necessary. But the reality is, it's not anyone's dream to live in a nursing home. Let's say you lost your home, you were no longer in charge of your decision-making, you couldn't drive, every time you took a step it hurt, you could hardly hear and hardly see. Everything in your life the way you knew it would be gone. Sometimes they're mourning the loss of a loved one. Sometimes they're mourning the loss of themselves."
Alice, the 102-year-old in Ferris' book who hears herself called a living vegetable, understands why workers at the home don't think of the shell on her bed as a former model and church secretary who liked to dance, sing and take long walks in the park. But do they have to discuss her odor as if she's merely a toppled garbage can? Just because she can't move or communicate doesn't mean she doesn't crave the human touch and voice like anyone else.
"I'm sure that you can understand what a living hell this is, trapped in a body that no longer works," Alice says.
Millie is the wife of an Alzheimer's patient, her bed suddenly colder with her companion of 78 years moved to a nursing home. She understands why nurses don't like the abusive man her demented husband has become. They didn't know the gentle, caring, respectful man who never forgot the death of his 3-year-old son. They don't realize why his frequent nightmares end in melancholy screams, that "he is actually seeing and experiencing Jimmy's death all over again."
Sometimes caring for the elderly takes some detective work, Ferris said. She recalled a woman who never left her room, regarded by the staff as an unfriendly recluse. Putting things in her drawers one day, she saw some old makeup and realized why the woman kept to herself.
"After I started helping with her hair and makeup, she'd walk down the hall really proud," Ferris said. "Sometimes you can do little things to make people feel a little more independent. Maybe you can just open their closet instead of grabbing their clothes out. Or if they can walk a little bit, instead of wheeling them to the dining room, take the time to walk with them."
Ferris knows how it feels to lose her independence. She was hospitalized for about six months at 17. Anorexia and bulimia literally reduced her to half her former self, 67 pounds. As her parents spent more than they had on her recovery, doctors told them that such a headstrong girl had little chance of surviving.
"I know what it's like to have no privacy and have people check on you all day and all night," she said, "to have people watch you go to the bathroom, to have scheduled times to take your shower, and to be told when to eat and how much and when you had to go to bed and wake up. I learned how it felt to be sick and to feel very lonely. I've cried so many times, alone, and had no one to hold me or tell me it would be OK."
As a teenaged anorexic, isolating herself from people her own age, she turned to older ones to confide in. Now she returns the favor, trying to take time to listen, to be a safe repository for feelings that piled up over decades. "Sometimes when we know it's our last days and we have all this time to think, that stuff from the past begins to come out," she said.
It's easy not to think about older people at all, she knows, let alone why they do what they do. It's easier to dismiss them as gnarled and grumpy and get on with life, forgetting that the elderly by definition have learned a thing or two about living.
"Anybody who's made it to 70 or 80 must know something I don't," Ferris said. "So I'm going to listen. When we eventually get there, we're going to have to deal with that old person in the mirror every day."
Contact staff writer Kevin Lamb at 225-2129 or [email protected].
I posted this Dayton Daily News article to tell you a little bit more about the "woman" behind this web page and "some" of the things that I've been through that make me who I am today. I did not post this as an advertisement, or to brag in any way, shape or form. Just to show you more about "who I am" and "what I do." And also, of course, to speak out for the elderly. You could say that I care about the old, and the young. God bless you! -Christina Ferris

My Interests

God, children, evangelism, helping others, and writing. I hope at some point to have a place, physically, with volunteers, who provides help and support to families, men and/or women with children. My goal in this? To save the family from falling apart, and to save the children from abuse, neglect, harm and death.

THE LONELY ABUSED CHILD
"I sit alone in my quiet place--the place inside of my mind where I hide--shivering and afraid. No gentle hands to caress my soft, silky hair. No warmth. No love. Only this cold, dark place where I can escape the pain. I am only a child. I do not know love. I only know fear. I pray everyday for someone to hear my lonely, salted tears. Yet, no help ever comes. My tears, they burn like freezing rain. I am a child. I am afraid. I am alone." C. Ferris

I'd like to meet:

Women and/or men who have children, but are struggling emotionally; women and/or men who've suffered the loss of a child, whether purposefully or not; women who have an unwanted pregnancy or are thinking about abortion; and, women who've had an abortion.
You feel a great deal of stress, pressure, guilt, anxiety and depression--and you 'just' want to talk to someone. You feel that there's just no other way out.
You may've already made your decision. No matter what thoughts, ideas or fears you're struggling with, or what the situation is in your life--before you act on them, talk to me. I will listen.
Or, if you know of someone in a crisis situation, and you need advice or direction, please don't hesitate to contact me.

I WAS MOLESTED. BEATEN. DRUGGED. ALMOST DIED FROM EATING DISSORDERS. AND A TEEN RUN-A-WAY.
Disclaimer-My intent of posting this story is to share my personal experiences of what I've been through in order to reach out and help other people, and to let them know where I have been, and where I am today--to let people know that, with God, you 'can' make it! And most importantly, that God will 'not' leave you nor forsake you, even during your darkest, lonliest hours..and during your most terrible, difficult times. Not to make my parents, or anyone else for that matter, look bad.
I did not have an easy life as a teenager. I will admit, I was very rebellious.
It started with the obsession with my body...and wanting to be thin. I went from 133 pounds at 5'7 to 67 pounds, and shrunk to 5'4 (osteoperosis). Luckily, because I stopped the eating dissorder behaviors, I went back to 5'7. I was young enough at the time to reverse osteoperosis by vitamins and healthy eating. I didn't even menstruate anymore as a result of my starvation!
My entire teenage years were awful. They were nothing but eating dissorders--where would I throw up? how would I throw up? how could I avoid eating? what would I eat? when would I eat? how much did I weigh today? Etc. Some mornings I didn't have the strength to walk to the bathroom and had to crawl. I remember looking like a skeleton with skin stretched over it. The doctor's told my parents I probably would not make it another year. I was seventeen.
I was hospitalized twice--and the second time, I had to stay in the heart section first, (before beign admitted into the EDU (Eating Dissorders Unit) on a heart monitor, because my electrolytes were dangerously low. My heart could've stopped. I didn't care. I was rebellious. I was invincible. I wanted to be thin. Thin=Pretty. I almost died. I had a heart attack and did not know it. The EKG picked it up. I was also told that, as a result, I would never be able to have any children. I have nearly four now!
During this time, I ran away to Florida. I left school one day with my friend Heather, and we took off. I was drugged by some people who told me I was taking tylenol. It was something they called "silly" pills. I have no clue what it was. All I know is that I was a vegetable. I could see and hear, but not move or respond. These people were beating the hell out of me. They blacked my eyes, fractured my nose, ripped out hair...everything. I was terrorized inside of a body that did not work at that moment. Finally, I remember I could walk..but I only remember flashes of faces and things.

Somehow, I was at the police station. Then we were in a run-a-way shelter. My parents were almost to Florida to pick us up, but we escaped out of a roll out window. My parents were devastated. That night, we were nearly raped (molested) by a group of guys. The next day, we called the operator on a payphone and somehow found my parents through the operator. We told them who we were. There were signs of us all over the place in Ohio and Florida.
We returned home safely. The closer we got to home, the angrier my parents became for what I had done.
Finally, when I turned 18, I became homeless. I was a part time cashier at a department store up the street. I didn't have much money. I had nowhere to go. So I moved around with different people in very bad areas every few days..sometimes, every few weeks. It was a nightmare! I had to take the bus to and from work, and remember having nothing to wear but battered old jeans with holes in them and paint stains..and nasty old torn up sweat shirts.
My shoes were canvas with holes, and I had no socks and no underpants. I remember waiting on the bus in winter with only these things on, and an old, worn out jacket. I remember being so cold that I could not feel my own feet, begging God for some hospitable person to offer me a ride so I wouldn't have to freeze. I always feel so sorry, today, for people sitting at the bus stop in winter. I did have a preacher come up to me once, and I was so cold, I lisetened to everything he said and I prayed with him..and people were staring at me like I was crazy (it was a Third and Main Streets in downtown dayton..very bad area!) He offered me a ride. I was pale, purplish and shivering. I accepted..although he could've been a murderer for all I knew. But he was fine, and he helped me. I got lucky!

There was this one couple I stayed with, and I was their personal slave. They took all of my paycheck, and left me with $10 for food and soap to clean their dishes and their floors. I had no key to their place, and so I had wait outside in the freezing rain sometimes for hours. They had no washer and dryer, and I had no money for a laundro-mat, so I had to do my laundry in the bathtub. I remember begging my parents to let me come back home to no avail.
This same woman also played some tricks on me. She was very jealous of me. One time, she looked at me and smiled so kindly, handing me a lunch sack. I had to work as a cashier by day and also painted the store at night for extra money. I was grateful toward her as she said she had made me this lunch for when I went on break in the middle of the night. I didn't even look at it because I was just happy to have food, and warmly surprised by her kindness.
That night, on my lunch break, after sitting on a hard, cold floor painting, I took my lunch and quickly opened up the bag only to find a peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich made on moldy, stale white bread. I had nothing to eat now. And so I stole a peanut butter snickers candy bar from the store. I felt guilty, because they trusted me. But I was hungry.
The other trick she played on me was setting my clock one hour ahead so that I awoke in the morning thinking I was late for work. I threw my clothes on, rushed out, and waited on the bus in tears. I was going to lose my job, I was sure of it! I was in a very, very bad area. But a man pulled over and gave me a ride on his motorcycle. I accepted. I was scared. What if he killed me or something? But I got lucky, and he didn't. I was an hour early to work and had to sit in the empty parking lot that morning by myself waiting on the people to open the store because the woman did that to me..made me think I was late!
I don't like to go to the towns I had to stay in while I was homeless. They give me bad feelings..bad memories.
I also remember a time when I lived in Miamisburg, OH. The place I stayed had fleas bad and I was always being eaten alive by fleas..bites everywhere from head to toe! Contstantly! It was awful! I remember my ankle swelled up for no reason and it was because of a spider bite or something. I had to limp through downtown Miamisburg because my lower leg was swollen out huge..it was very painful. My whole leg stung. I went to a doctor's office but they refused me and told me to walk to the hospital, which was far away. I was in pain!

I made a few calls, but had absolutely no one to take me to a doctor's office or hospital. And so I had to limp all of the way to the hospital with a swollen, beyond sore leg, in agony. They gave me some sort of a shot and sent me on my way.
I will never forget those days. They haunt me. I've even had flashbacks about them. However, I look up to my heavenly father and give thanks for where I was then, and where I am now.
So, as you go forth in your day, and you are wanting this, and you are wanting that...remember to give thanks to God for the little things, like the roof over your head...and the shoes and socks on your feet. Don't complain about the things you do not have. Rather, praise God for the things that you do have. Because you never know what other people must suffer and endure, and how good your life really is.
My parents and I have a good relationship now and they help me out a lot with things. We all go through hard times, but with prayer and with faith, we can come out okay in the end!
That teenage girl, she's still here inside. She's hurt, and she remembers, yes--all too well. But she's come a long way!
Christina
SITE DEDICATION
"This site is dedicated to Mikell & Keylee Silverman, who greatly inspired me. Also, I dedicate this site to all infants and children who have been abused, or are being abused, in any fashion; and to those who've lost their lives as a result. And to all unborn babies who have no voice because they can not speak or be seen. May none of these children die in vain. Amen!"

WHY I AM HERE
I am a 34 year old single mom with three children, and one on the way.
I want to say that I very much so hate crimes performed against children of any kind. I hate to see families destroyed, and for people to unnecessarily suffer. That is why I am here...to make a difference and to help stop the crimes performed against children.
I want to help families, and to help women realize that they are not alone or helpless; and to try and lend them a hand, easing them out of their depression.
If I could save the life of even one child, and/or prevent a child from suffering horribly--from abuse, neglect, torture, and even death--and save one parent or caregiver from making the biggest mistake they've ever made; and by so doing, saving them from having to live with that guilt, depression and mistake for the rest of their lives...then I've done what God has set me out to do. And for that, I am thankful beyond what I can even describe with mere words.

My friends, there are other choices...and many of them. And there are people who can greatly help you. Let's not suffer the children. Let's not suffer ourselves either. If you hurt or kill a child...you will go to prison. If you hurt or kill a child...you will feel that pain, in some fashion, for the rest of your life. You, too, will suffer. We all have to answer for everything that we do in due time...whether here in this world, or before God.
Is that the road you want to choose? Because you don't have to choose that road. You can choose the less traveled road...and get to a higher, better place.
As a side note, it isn't just women who struggle--there are also men who are parents who struggle, and/or get depressed. Men who need help or someone to talk to are welcome here as well. We have men available here to help other men who are dealing with stress in relation to their children and families.
This is all 100% free and confidential. You will never be asked for any personal information. We are only here to offer support and help where we can. God bless you!

THE HAND OF HOPE--A MUST READ!
THE TINY HAND OF HOPE
A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it. The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by a surgeon named Joseph Bruner.

The Hand of Hope/Famous Photo
The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta. She knew of Dr. Bruner's remarkable surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt University Medical Center in Nashville, he performs these special operations while the baby is still in the womb.
During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. During the surgery on little Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed, hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger.

Baby Samuel
The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity. The editors titled the picture, "Hand of Hope." The text explaining the picture begins, "The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr. Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life."
Little Samuel's mother said they "wept for days" when they saw the picture.
She said, "The photo reminds us my pregnancy isn't about disability or an illness, it's about a little person" "The Hand" of the fetus. You can see the actual picture, and it is awesome...incredible.
Pass it on.. The world needs to see this one.

Four Month Old "Baby" In the Womb
Dear Mommy,
Mommy, I am only 8 inches long, but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favorite lullaby.
month 2
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I am a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home though. It is so nice and warm in here.
month 3
You know what Mommy, I'm a girl!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can't hear me.

month 4
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It is very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my fingers and toes, and stretch my arms and legs. I am becoming quite good at it too.
month 5
You went to the doctor today. Mommy, he lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?
month 6
I can hear that doctor again. I don't like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is intruding my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy what is it? It burns! Please make him stop! I can't get away from it! Mommy!! HELP me!! No . .
month 7
Mommy, I am okay. I am in Jesus's arms. he is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn't you want me Mommy?
Every Abortion Is Just . . .
One more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more mouth that will never speak. Repost this if you have a heart and are aganist Abortion!

My Prayer
Dear Heavenly Father,
I pray for the family, Lord, that they know You and grow in You. I pray for all of the children in this world that you reach down and touch them in a special way, and cover them with your wonderful protection and mercy. May angels catch them should they fall, and guard them at all times. When they lie down to sleep, may their sleep be peacful and may you speak to them in their dreams. May you speak to their parents, and/or caregivers, of your love and peacfulness and may they depend upon your for their strength and support in raising their little gifts from above. May parents begin to see that no matter how hard, children are truly a precious gift from You. I pray that you will reach out and touch men and women, no matter whey they are right now, Lord, who have commited crimes against children, and speak wisdom, forgiveness, and compassion upon them. And I pray they shall be used by you to help other children and other people who have performed unspeakable acts upon children, as they have, in order to save those people, and their families, from the same dreadful mistakes, and the same dreadful pain. And those children and infants who've lost their lives already, Lord, I pray they shall not die in vain. But that hundreds--thousands--shall be saved as a result. Thank you Lord. This I pray, in the Your name. Amen.

MY NAME IS CHRIS
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 the day long.
When I'm awake, I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home When my mommy does come home I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll just get One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car My daddy is back From the all night 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 its now much to 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 only three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me.
(This is a true story, because things like this, and even worse, happen everyday. Stand up and make a difference!)
A LETTER FROM HEAVEN
By Christina L. Ferris
I am so warm and safe and content here inside of your cozy womb, mommy. I can hear your voice and feel the vibrations of your kind words. Her voice, it comforts me and brings a smile to my face, like beautiful music. You must do a lot of walking, because I'm always being rocked back and forth inside of here, and it puts me to sleep.
I heard you crying last night. I heard you talking to someone named Jesus, asking Him to forgive you for what you were going to do. I wonder what you are going to do. I wanted to give you a big kiss and make you feel all better. But I'll do that when you me someday soon! I can't wait! I'll bet you're real soft and pretty.
Mommy, you haven't been moving as much today. I'm not sure why. So I haven't slept. I keep hearing this man's voice, and I can feel something hard pushing in on me. I feel scared, and I have a really bad feeling about this place you're at.
I feel like I could go to sleep, but what is this hard thing ramming into my body? Frantically, I try to move away from it, but it comes after me. What is this? I'm terriifed! It hurts! Mommy? Aren't you going to protect me? I'm your baby, please help me! I'm in so much pain now, and I can't seem to move away from that hard thing jamming into me anymore. What has happened to my safe, dark, warm home? It's been invaded by a monster!
After that, I don't remember much. I remember feeling a really unbearable pain that I can't describe and then, suddenly, there was a big bright man with golden hair and wings who was holding me. I like this big bright man--he feels safe, holds me close and has a smile on his face.

Oh, and guess what mommy? I met that man Jesus you were talking to the other night. He sure is nice! The man who called himself and angel took me to another man. But this man was even brighter and he talked, too. His voice was soft, and warm and he said to me, "Don't be afraid my little child. You are safe. This is your home now." And He said His name was Jesus.
But mommy, I have to tell you...although it's wonderful here..you were heaven to me. I wanted to hear your heavenly voice and feel your arms wrapped around me tight. I wanted to feel your warm, soft breast against my cheek and your loving kisses. I would've been a good baby, honest I would've. Why didn't you want to hold me and love me, too, mommy? I cried when that evil monster came after me inside of you, and I suffered horribly, mommy. And all I wanted was for you to hold me, protect me and save me from that monster!
I thought you were taking me to a doctor, because I heard you call him a doctor. I also thought I heard you say once when you were talking to grandma that doctor's save lives...not take lives!
Maybe someday you will find me here in heaven with Jesus and you will hold me and love me. Jesus said I might see you again, but that depends upon your life decisions regarding Him. So mommy, make sure you come to heaven and follow His directions to get here so that I can feel you hold me and be with you again.
I love you mommy. I only wish I could've told you that someday in person.
Love,
Your Baby

Click HERE to see medical diagrams of dilation & evacuation abortion procedure (D&E), a method often used during the second tri-mester--one of the most common methods used.
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LINKS
MIAMI VALLEY WOMEN'S CENTER
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NATIONAL SUICIDE PREVENTION LIFELINE
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DARLENE BISHOP HOME FOR LIFE
NATIONAL CENTER FOR FATHERING
STAND FOR CHILDREN
PRO-LIFE AMERICA
CHILDREN'S DEFENSE FUND
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INFO ON EFFECTS OF TOBACCO ON KIDS
FATHERING MAGAZINE
PREGNANCY & PARENTING
PREGNANCY GUIDE
PREVENT CHILD ABUSE-OHIO
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PREVENT CHILD ABUSE AMERICA
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CHILD ABUSE.COM
CHILD ABUSE PREVENTION NETWORK
HELP GUIDE
INTERNATIONAL CHILD ABUSE NETWORK
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MISCELLANEOUS ISSUES
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Music:

Music can either lift the spirit, or depress the spirit. Be careful about your choice of music when you're down! Music is very, very powerful!

Movies:

Even if you're not into movies, sometimes just lying down on the couch, or in the bed, and watching a movie is a great escape. Got kids or an infant? If you're real stressed, put the baby in his/her crib and make sure that the siderails are up and locked on the crib. Also, the crib needs to be free of fluffly blankets, bumper pads, stuffed animals, and any soft cushy material as these are SIDs hazards. Walk away for a while. It's okay for baby to cry when you're stressed and need to get away. Don't leave your home. Just leave the room for a bit. I've done it myself. Then, go curl up and watch a movie. Just be sure and check baby every half hour to make sure he/she is safe, and try to keep the volume low enough to hear them. Remember, a baby has absolutely no other way to communicate with you other than crying.
Don't let the crying totally stress you out. He/she is just trying to tell you something, but can't use words. Sometimes they're just plain tired and will cry for a long time because they are fighting sleep. But, when you can't figure it out, and you've tried to feed baby, change diaper, determined that there is nothing wrong with him/her (pain, illness, fever, etc.), and you have tried holding him/her and baby either refuses to be held and is still fussing, or you've held baby so long you can't do it anymore...it's okay then to just walk away as long as you put baby in a safe place.
Safe places ARE NOT bouncy seats, car seats, high places, baby swings, etc. (my infant almost hung himself on his car seat trying to get out! Also, a friend of mine put her baby girl in a bouncy seat and the baby fell to the side somehow and suffocated to death on the object next to the bouncy seat! When she walked into the room, she found her baby on her face dead!) Safe places include the crib with the railing up and locked in place, (see above for other issues regarding cribs and safety), bassinett, or play-pin (or pack n' play). If you need peace and you can't be there with baby, then put baby in car seat, bouncy seat, swing, etc. etc. as long as you are within site of your little angel. But, it's okay for baby to cry anytime when you feel extra stressed and you need to just take a deep breath and sit down.

Television:

Television is very powerful, as music is. As I mentioned with music, be careful what you watch on television. Your spirit absorbs it. Although tv and movies (as mentioned above) can be great stress relievers--another great stress reliever is to get busy and do something! Find something that needs done--whether vacuuming, dusting, laundry, organizing, reading, etc. Take time out from watching television to read the Bible. Even if it's just five or ten minutes a day. Even if you're not a big believer, the Bible does give you strength and wisdom, and is very comforting. Proverbs and Psalms are great--Proverbs for wisdom and instruction, and Psalms for comfort. Also, I would suggest the book of John.

Books:

Action, Suspense, Thrillers, and the Holy Bible are my favorite types of books. But, just an idea; have you ever thought of keeping a journal when you're feeling depressed, down, stressed or alone? Just pull the journal out and write a poem, a prayer, your thoughts, ideas and/or feelings--whatever you want. A journal can be very therapeutic and a great stress reliever. You're letting your feelings out! It's a vent! And you already read what I said above about the Bible! Another great book to have around is a Promise book. They have different chapters for different types of things, for example--Peace, Joy, Unforgiveness, Love, Loss, Jealousy, and so on. Under each section are verses that will instruct you, or give you comfort. I keep one next to my bed when I want to read a few scriptures in relation to something I'm experiencing at that moment.

Heroes:

People who diligently seek and pursue ways to stand up and do what is right in hopes of making a difference; not giving up, but perservering despite how things may seem, or how difficult the situation! People who are not afraid to be hated by the world because they're making a stand for Jesus Christ!
A hero is a person who can be direct about how they feel..be open and honest, no matter how hard, and doesn't care what everyone else is doing or what people might think...they are REAL and they are themselves regardless of anything or anyone else. This, to me, is a hero. And, a hero is loyal, kind and compassionate. A real, genuine person takes responsibility, and loves you for YOU! A hero doesn't do something for recognition or attention; they do it because their heart is really passionate about it. That, to me, is a hero! And so I'm not going to list names of actors here like some people do, because they're actors. That's not a hero.
Here are some heros if you want a list: Mommy's, daddy's, our children, who when we're having a bad day, look into our eyes, smile, and give a hug and a kiss and take all of our pain away; our military people, firemen, all of the people who worked the grounds in 9-11, and the people on the flight who crashed in Pennsylvania on 9-11.

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HOW TO BE FORGIVEN, AND SAVED
The Bible says there is only one way to Heaven.
Jesus said: "I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father but by me." (John 14:6)
Good works cannot save you.
"For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast." (Ephesians 2:8-9)
Trust Jesus Christ today! Here's what you must do:
Admit you are a sinner.
"For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;" (Romans 3:23)
"Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:" (Romans 5:12)
"If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us." (1 John 1:10)
Be willing to turn from sin (repent).
Jesus said: "I tell you, Nay: but, except ye repent, ye shall all likewise perish." (Luke 13:5)
"And the times of this ignorance God winked at; but now commandeth all men every where to repent:" (Acts 17:30)
Believe that Jesus Christ died for you, was buried, and rose from the dead.
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." (John 3:16)
"But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners. Christ died for us." (Romans 5:8)
"That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved." (Romans 10:9)
Through prayer, invite Jesus into your life to become your personal Saviour.
"For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation." (Romans 10:10)
"For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved." (Romans 10:13)
What to pray:
Dear God, I am a sinner and need forgiveness. I believe that Jesus Christ shed His precious blood and died for my sin. I am willing to turn from sin. I now invite Christ to come into my heart and life as my personal Saviour.
"But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name:" (John 1:12)
"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new." (2 Corinthians 5:17)
If you have received Jesus Christ as your Saviour, as a Christian you should:
Read your Bible every day to get to know Christ better.
"Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth." (2 Timothy 2:15)
"Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." (Psalms 119:105)
Talk to God in prayer every day.
"And all things, whatsoever ye shall ask in prayer, believing, ye shall receive." (Matthew 21:22)
"Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God." (Philippians 4:6)
Be baptized, worship, fellowship, and serve with other Christians in a church where Christ is preached and the Bible is the final authority.
"Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost:" (Matthew 28:19)
"Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching." (Hebrews 10:25)
"All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for instruction in righteousness:" (2 Timothy 3:16)
Tell others about Christ.
"And he said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature." (Mark 16:15)
"For though I preach the gospel, I have nothing to glory of: for necessity is laid upon me; yea, woe is unto me, if I preach not the gospel!" (1 Corinthians 9:16)
"For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ: for it is the power of God unto salvation to every one that believeth; to the Jew first, and also to the Greek." (Romans 1:16)
Child Abuse - The Hidden Bruises
The statistics on physical child abuse are alarming. It is estimated hundreds of thousands of children are physically abused each year by a parent or close relative. Thousands die. For those who survive, the emotional trauma remains long after the external bruises have healed. Communities and the courts recognize that these emotional â€œhidden bruisesâ€ can be treated. Early recognition and treatment is important to minimize the long term effect of physical abuse. Whenever a child says he or she has been abused, it must be taken seriously and immediately evaluated.
Children who have been abused may display:
a poor self-image
sexual acting out
inability to trust or love others
aggressive, disruptive, and sometimes illegal behavior anger and rage
self destructive or self abusive behavior, suicidal thoughts
passive, withdrawn or clingy behavior
fear of entering into new relationships or activities anxiety and fears
school problems or failure feelings of sadness or other symptoms of depression
flashbacks, nightmares
drug and alcohol abuse
sleep problems
Often the severe emotional damage to abused children does not surface until adolescence or later, when many abused children become abusing parents. An adult who was abused as a child often has trouble establishing intimate personal relationships. These men and women may have trouble with physical closeness, touching, intimacy, and trust as adults. They are also at higher risk for anxiety, depression, substance abuse, medical illness, and problems at school or work. Without proper treatment, physically abused children can be damaged for life.
Early identification and treatment is important to minimize the long-term consequences of abuse. Qualified mental health professionals should conduct a comprehensive evaluation and provide treatment for children who have been abused. Through treatment, the abused child begins to regain a sense of self-confidence and trust. The family can also be helped to learn new ways of support and communicating with one another. Parents may also benefit from support, parent training and anger management.
Physical abuse is not the only kind of child abuse. Many children are also victims of neglect, or sexual abuse, or emotional abuse. In all kinds of child abuse, the child and the family can benefit from evaluation and treatment from a qualified mental health professional.
CHILD ABUSE INCIDENTS IN THE U.S.--Yes, this happens here in America!
"A woman who is eight-and-a-half months' pregnant was under arrest on a murder charge at Fordham Hospital today after the death of her battered two-and-a-half-year-old daughter.... The child had multiple lacerations and many scars and bruises." -- New York Post, March 29, 1974.
"A crippled seven-year-old child, whose abuse apparently included having the words 'I cry' burned into his back with a cigarette, was wheeled into a Harris County (Texas) courtroom in a crib today.... The boy, described by one witness as 'bright, but a loner' prior to his injuries, had suffered a ruptured colon from something inserted into his anus, and the ensuing infections resulted in brain damage." -- Washington Post, May 5, 1977.
"Linda Fay Burchfield [has been] charged with imprisoning her daughter Patti in a closet for four years... Last July 5th, police burst into the home and found Patti. She weighed 23 pounds and was less than three feet tall, about half the normal size of a nine-year-old. On the same day, Patti's sister Donna, then 13, was having an abortion.... Mrs. Burchfield's husband has been charged with raping Donna." -- Washington Star, March 17, 1977.
"A young southeast Washington couple were found guilty of involuntary manslaughter yesterday in the death by starvation of their infant son." -- Washington Post, March 17, 1977.
"A Cleveland, Tennessee, couple were indicated yesterday on a first-degree murder charge for the torture death of a four-year-old-girl." -- Washington Star, October 23, 1976.
Is child abuse a crime in America? This child's identity is protected because the courts 'may return' the girl to her father, who beat her so severely she suffered brain damage!
he extreme of child abuse is murder. In 1975 alone, 166 infants less than a year old were murdered, 327 children between the ages of one and four were murdered, 142 children between the ages of five and nine were murdered, and 205 children between the ages of ten and fourteen were murdered. These numbers, taken from the FBI's Uniform Crime Reports for that year, are at best an underestimate of the actual incidence of infant and child murder, since so many deaths reported as accidental may in fact result from intentional injury. Accidental death rates for these same age groups range from 10 to 27 times the murder rates. One can assume that authorities declare a child's death to be murder only under the most extreme and blatant of circumstances.
Statistics alone cannot convey the horror of physical assaults upon children in our society. The Uniform Crime Reports describe the various means by which adults murder their infants and children: shooting, stabbing, bludgeoning, burning, poisoning, strangling, suffocating, and using explosives.
Rather than the milk of human kindness, this child received a faceful of scalding milk. His permanent scars are a sign of a society in which sexual pleasure is considered immoral and violence against the body is considered morally necessary for salavtion of the soul. The child needs love and affection -- not abuse.
America, what can we do as a nation, under God, to greatly reduce these unspeakable, unthinkable crimes toward our innocent? Why must the unborn, infants and children suffer? Why does our country put these children back into the abusive situations?
HEATHER'S UNHEARD CRY FOR HELP!
WEST CARROLLTON | Two days before a fire killed her baby and fatally injured her son, Heather R. Silverman called out for help on her Internet "myspace" page.
"I ask of any (and ) all to pray for our family," Silverman wrote. "It is being ripped apart and I'm gonna lose everything."
Silverman, 24, of 642 Maple Hill Drive, is charged with aggravated arson and murder in connection with the death of 4-month-old daughter Keylee, who died Thursday. Her son, Mikel, 4, died Saturday at Shriners Burns Hospital in Cincinnati.
"I need help with prayers for my husband and our children before we are put out of our home with nowhere to live or to put our stuff," she wrote on her Web page on July 11, where she was known as mystic_kitten82. "I need help to save our kids from that. Please pray. I'm desperate."
Silverman's husband, Doron, is accused of molesting Mikel. Doron was charged last weekend with rape of a child under age 10, but police had been investigating him since his sister called Montgomery County Children Services on June 6.
The sister told West Carrollton police she became concerned after the boy asked her to perform a sex act on him when he was staying with her at her Indianapolis apartment May 27.
The following day, Doron's family members, including his biological mother, his adoptive parents and his sister, confronted Doron and Heather, according to documents released by West Carrollton police.
Family members agreed the children would stay with Doron's adoptive mother, Cindy Rottinghouse of Edinburg, Ind., while Doron sought pscyhological help. The family did not tell authorities until Doron's sister, concerned that Rottinghouse had returned the children to their parents, called Children Services, according to documents.
The day after the intervention, Heather blogged, listing her current mood as "angry."
"If I collected my tears thru my life they would fill the Grand Canyon," she wrote. "Be kind to others, be good, don't lie, don't injure, always ask before accusing, always love and care, never ever yell it never helps."
This is a Dayton Daily News Article
A FEW WORDS FROM ME ABOUT THE ABOVE ARTICLE
This recent happening is what inspired me to create this website. I feel guilty for not having seen her blog. Maybe, if myself, or another person who cared could have just offered some help...or listened, maybe this might not have happened. It's people like Heather Silverman who we need to reach out to and offer help. Maybe we couldn't save them all, but we could save some of these people, and some of their children. One less dead child...one less depressed mother in prison who should've been able to know the joy of being a mother, but instead, knew it as a living hell. I posted this news article not to degrade Heather or her family, but to help other people who might be in her shoes, and to help the children of those people.
ABORTION
Is there a relationship, subconsciously, between abortion and women killing their babies and children? Are we being conditioned that it's 'no big deal' to kill our babies and children since killing babies is legal? America The Beautiful? The country founded on God, hope and freedom?
These are all photos of aborted babies. If it bothers you, then maybe it's time we stand together and make a difference instead of just sitting on it--because as we speak, thousands of innocent are being slaughtered!
These helpless little humans, who could not speak or defend themselves, should've been being held in the arms of someone who loved them and held close to a beating, warm heart. Not thrown away like garbage! It's no wonder that thousands of teenaged girls and women give birth to babies every year and throw them away in garbage cans, toilets, basements, dumpsters, etc. to just helplessly and horribly die cold and alone. Where are these ideas that it's "okay" coming from?
Take a look below, and maybe you'll see why.
Former Abortionists Speak Out
Below are revealing statements made by former abortion industry personnel. These are direct quotes from men and women who worked in abortion facilities. These former abortion providers are now pro-life. They regret their involvement with abortion so much that now they are speaking publicly to warn people about what goes on before, during and after abortions. Their statements were made at a videotaped conference called, "Meet the Abortion Providers."
1) Former abortionist, Anthony Levatino, M.D., says, "I want the general public to know that the doctors know that this is a person, this is a baby. That this is not some kind of blob of tissue . . ."
2) Former abortion counselor, Nita Whitten, says, "It's a lie when they tell you they're doing it to help women, because they're not. They're doing it for the money."
3) Former abortion counselor, Debra Henry, says, "We were told to find the woman's weakness and work on it. The women were never given any alternatives. They were told how much trouble it was to have a baby."
4) Former abortionist, Joseph Randall, M.D., says, "The picture of the baby on the ultrasound bothered me more than anything else. The staff couldn't take it. Women who were having abortions were never allowed to see the ultrasound."
3D ULTRASOUND OF "BABY" Does This Look Like A Blob of Matter?
5) Former abortionist, David Brewer, M.D., says, "My heart got callous against the fact that I was a murderer, but that baby lying in a cold bowl educated me to what abortion really was."
6) Former abortion counselor, Kathy Sparks, says, "The counselor at our clinic could cry with the girls at the drop of a pin. She would find out what was driving them to want to abort that child and she would magnify it."
7) Former abortionist, McArthur Hill, M.D., says, "I am a murderer. I have taken the lives of innocent babies and I have ripped them from their mother's wombs with a powerful vacuum machine."
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CAROL EVERETT--EX-ABORTIONIST
Pictured above is Carol Everett who was involved in the abortion industry in the Dallas, Texas, area from 1977 to 1983. As director of four clinics, and owner of two, Everett was responsible for the clinics' daily operation. Everett, who had an abortion soon after it became legal in 1973, now speaks out on what she saw in the abortion industry.
Here's how Carol Everett answered questions about the abortion industry:
Q. What is the governing force behind the abortion industry?
A. Money. It is a very lucrative business. It is the largest unregulated industry in our nation. Most of the clinics are run in chains because it is so profitable.
Q. In what way is the woman deceived?
A. Every woman has two questions, "Is it a baby?" and Does it hurt?" The abortionist must answer "NO." He/she must lie to secure the consent of the woman and the collection of the clinic's fee. The women were told that we were dealing with a "product of conception" or a "glob of tissue." They were told that there would be only slight cramping, whereas, in reality, an abortion is excruciatingly painful.
Q. What type of counseling was offered at the clinics?
A. We didn't do any real counseling. We sold abortion.
Q. How did you dispose of an aborted baby?
A. We put them down the garbage disposal. Some second and third trimester babies' muscle structure is so strong that the baby will not come apart, so they must be disposed of through trash receptacles.
Q. Abortion is supposed to be a "safe" experience. What complications did you witness?
A. In the last 18 months I was in the business, we were completing over 500 abortions monthly and killing or maiming one woman out of 500. Common complications that take place are perforations or tears in the uterus. Many of those result in hysterectomies. The doctor might cut or harm the urinary tract, which then requires surgical repair. A complication that is rarely publicized is the one in which the doctor perforates the uterus and pulls the bowels through the vagina, resulting in colostomy. Some of those can be reversed, some must live with the colostomy for the remainder of their lives.
Q. Why did you get out of the abortion business?
A. Two things came into play at the same time. I experienced a profoundly religious transformation -- a conversion. At about the time I was having second thoughts, a Dallas television station did an expose disclosing the abortions performed at my clinic on non-pregnant women -- all for money! I finally realized, "We weren't helping women -- we were destroying them -- and their children." By then my transformation was complete and I knew that I not only had to stop being involved with abortions, but I had to help promote the truth.
Former abortionist, Bernard N. Nathanson, M.D., was once a pioneer and a leader in the "abortion industry." Dr. Nathanson presided over 60,000 abortions before undergoing a radical transformation. After realizing how wrong he was about abortion -- not only did Dr. Nathanson quit the abortion business, but now he admits that abortion is murder as he speaks around the world against abortion. Dr. Nathanson has written an autobiography titled, THE HAND OF GOD - A JOURNEY FROM DEATH TO LIFE BY THE ABORTION DOCTOR WHO CHANGED HIS MIND. Abortion doesn't look the same after you view it through the eyes of former abortionists like Dr. Nathanson.
PHOTOS OF PARTIAL BIRTH ABORTION PROCEDURE
In September, 1993, Brenda Pratt Shafer, a registered nurse with thirteen years of experience, was assigned by her nursing agency to an abortion clinic. Since Nurse Shafer considered herself "very pro-choice," she didnâ€™t think this assignment would be a problem. She was wrong. This is what Nurse Shafer saw:
"I stood at the doctorâ€™s side and watched him perform a partial-birth abortion on a woman who was six months pregnant. The babyâ€™s heartbeat was clearly visible on the ultrasound screen. The doctor delivered the babyâ€™s body and arms, everything but his little head. The babyâ€™s body was moving. His little fingers were clasping together. He was kicking his feet. The doctor took a pair of scissors and inserted them into the back of the babyâ€™s head, and the babyâ€™s arms jerked out in a flinch, a startle reaction, like a baby does when he thinks that he might fall. Then the doctor opened the scissors up. Then he stuck the high-powered suction tube into the hole and sucked the babyâ€™s brains out. Now the baby was completely limp. I never went back to the clinic. But I am still haunted by the face of that little boy. It was the most perfect, angelic face I have ever seen."
Can you believe this goes on in our wonderful nation? The Doctor discussed in this article, (Dr. Haskell--which I have a very difficult time putting the word "Dr." before any abortionist's name--a Doctor saves lives--not "takes" lives!), works for a clinic not too far from my home, (Women's Med Center--Kettering, OH), and was going to perform my abortion for me for this child I'm carrying now, which I cancelled.

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