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  • We are adults...they that lead by example. However; there is a battle. A confluence brewing in my mind and heart. I want to do what is right, but when someone is hateful, hurtful and downright evil towards my child......there is a mighty battle.
    Perhaps this person has not met Karma. Perhaps this individual has not felt love in his heart for quite some time. Resident evil. I realize that I should seek to understand and forgive. Its painful like a stake being driven through my heart. An injustice committed against me is bearable, but against my child.....I can hardly breathe. My heart is racing uncontrollably.
    I dont want to hate this person, but it happens....... for brief moments.
    Then I consider the fact that my daughter survived this attack. I recall the hours of natural childbirth that brought her into the world. I think about the Mothers Day card I found in storage... she eloquently wrote of how she admired me as a single parent. Those memories help me. I feel a lift out of the darkness. Those memories help me look forward to her remaining successes. Suddenly I can focus on how beautiful her smile is.
    I'm warm again.
    Hope has gently taken me by the hand.
    Love has embraced my heart.
    She is alive and beautiful.
    I am grateful.
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