Friday, July 6, 2007

Caress

This is dedicated to Caress...

Sometimes we pass people everyday and do not realize what may be going on in their head. A child may seem unruly and we automatically assume they have lack of discipline. We judge people by things they say and do.
But what if we took the time to look beyond the person and maybe just take a minute of our busy schedule to just observe. To just look and see if maybe there is something to that person.
Caress has lost her family and her friends in a matter of hours. She is 9 years old and is very spunky and where her sundays best every sunday.
Noone knew what was gouing on behind closed doors.
Last night Caress sat and watched her Mother lose her mind and try to take her own life. Her mother was not taking her medication and also was in a cult. She believed that she could beat the inner demons.
Yet at any moment did anyone realize what little Caress was going through?
Why was she always hungry?
Why was she always seaking someone's attention.
I also just found out that she had been molested.
Yet the little girl played with my children and loved coming into my home.
At first I couldn't understand why.
Now I do, someone else's dysfunctional family may seem better than your own.
I guess the whole thing about this is that Caress is a victim of enviroment. Enviroment of a cult. Of her Mother's Illness and also of other people's decisions.


That Hashem would have mercy on me and that I may be more careful with my children and also other people around me.

The song below Dark Waltz is dedicated to Caress please take a minute to listen out of your busy schedule Thank You and Caress Thanks You also

"Dark Waltz"
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
Dance me into the night
Underneath the full moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Time dancers whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven
Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever
Dance me into the night
Underneath the full moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
Dance me into the night
Underneath the full moon shining so bright
Let the dark waltz begin
Oh let me wheel - let me spin
Let it take me again
Turning me into the light

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