dignity
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Reflection — what better way to start a week. Food, booze, pills, gambling, shopping — you name it. It’s how we get through. If there were someone that said they have no coping mechanisms, would you believe them? I wish I had none. I wish my past was easy. I wish my children hadn’t endured…
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Fear of speaking about the atrocities perpetrated against me was a very real thing. Telling about the murder I witnessed was terrifying for years. Recalling the betrayal of my parents was almost surreal, as it carried with it an intense irrational reality. My faith in God it what has sustained me with strength, dignity and…
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The fake family appears and makes headlines. My father murders on June 8, 1968 and we adopt this little boy and appear in the local paper on August 26, 1973. The riddle of my family couldn’t have been scripted. No person could have unraveled the demonic turmoil they hide. In this newspaper article, my mother…