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  • I thought I’d post one story today but this seems to be one of those days and I read such a horror story that I have to put some of my thoughts down.

    I have said it here before – the most important thing in our life is family. At least it should be. Why do we have kids? To love them, to teach them, to pass on our values, to simply adore them. At least that has always been my goal. Are there any other? Apparently there are. Some people just don’t see what is in front of their noses, the gifts, the treasures, the love. And they shove it aside, without a second thought, as matter-of-factly as you brush away a mosquito. Who gives them the right?

    How can a mother (the word itself has a special meaning, doesn’t it) treat her children badly? Who has given her the right? Who, tell me? It doesn’t matter she has given birth to them; this does not give her the right to treat them as crap! On the contrary, this gives her the right to love them. Exactly! Not an obligation, but right! A mother has to be very grateful to have this little, wonderful bundle of a human being as her child. It should be everything to her. Her whole world! Never an obligation or something she takes for granted.

    My heart is so aching at the moment and I am crying while writing this because of something I heard today. Not for me to say what but it absolutely broke my heart and my heart has not been broken this badly before.

    I have such feelings inside me I can’t even describe. It will take some time to sort it all out but I know I have to do something. What? No idea, but something. I do hope I will figure it out somehow. Maybe that will be my new goal?!

    I am so mad at the moment I don't know what to do. the injustice of this whole thing is driving me crazy. What can I do? Hey real mothers, what could we do?

    I dedicate this story to those people, they know who they are, and I truly hope it shows them there is hope and love out there. I believe that our good thoughts somehow influence the universe. So, I hope my good and loving thoughts help those people. I want my thoughts to help them. I have to believe that. I love you so much!

    (Our horses. I felt it was appropriate. Horses love their children unconditionally.)
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