A Boy of 7… Saddest Story I Ever Heard

My girlfriend told me the saddest story I believe I’ve ever heard in my life.

Today she went to a special needs school to help volunteers teach at the school. She coordinates placements of volunteers to help poor or disadvantaged kids.

She showed me photos in her camera of a 7 yr old boy with multiple disabilities. He has autism and can’t speak. He grunts and makes noises. Apparently he understands some things he hears but it’s best to use hand motions to teach him or tell him what you want. His whole right side is weak as if suffering from a stroke.

The saddest thing…?

When he was born his parents realized something was wrong with him. They never treated him as a human being worth their time or effort to help – they treated him like there was something profoundly wrong with him and like an animal.

They soon divorced. When they did – neither his mom or his dad wanted the boy and they dropped him off at the dad’s mother’s house – who is very old and has no money coming in.

I’m not at the saddest part yet.

The most heartbreaking thing I think I ever heard was that the boy won’t let others touch him because he knows he’s not worth it. He knows he’s not human – he believes it with his entire self – that’s what he learned from his parents. He believes he is not human and not worth someone’s effort to praise, touch, or hold him. He won’t allow himself to feel any love because his self esteem is rock bottom.

Did you ever hear of such a thing?

Welcome to God’s Game 101. I’ll help you come to an understanding I have about whatever god or series of events made this absolute tragedy that we call life.

God must really have a good plan for this little boy, eh?

Poor Parenting? This is Criminal…

Parents. Whether you’re employed or not – you have a JOB.

I worked with kids in a ‘respite’ program when I was attending the university for my counseling psychology graduate program. Over the period of a couple years five out of seven days a week I’d pick up an eight year old boy, Michael, from the projects in Tampa, Florida and take him to do something fun away from his dysfunctional home.

Michael had been sexually and physically abused by his prostitute mother’s boyfriend from age 3-6 yrs. But, that’s another story. While I was there in the poor housing projects I watched kids as young as three years old wandering around without any adult or older child guardian. I’d see them riding their BigWheels, tricycles, or wandering around naked through the filth, broken glass, used condoms…

One time I had just picked Michael up, we were driving toward the bridge that separated the projects from the city of Tampa. I saw a policeman had a woman pulled over for not having her child in a proper car seat in the car. Michael told me to pull over, apparently it was his aunt (mom’s sister), also a prostitute. I pulled over and got out to talk to them. His aunt “Jen” was almost hysterical that the cop could give her a ticket for what she saw as such a silly thing! She wanted me to argue with the police officer FOR her. Needless to say I loaded Michael in the car and drove off wondering why the fark Michael, a really great boy, had to grow up in such a dysfunctional environment.

What a life… and there were thousands of kids growing up like him. In the world – how many are there?

How many parents aren’t giving their kids the right attention – protection?

How many parents aren’t doing their jobs?

Here in Thailand almost daily I watch 20 month year old boy run down the alley in front of our rented duplex without his mother, father or anyone watching. He just sneaks right out of the house. There are 7 people living in that tiny apartment, 3 of them whores, and not one of them cares enough to know where that boy is at all times.

That’s unacceptable.

More than fifteen times me or my girlfriend has run outside to coax him back away from the main street where a couple thousand cars pass at 60 mph plus everyday. The boy’s dimwit father works around the corner – and the boy is going to see his dad at work.

There’s about a 10% chance he’s going to be hit by a car before he’s old enough to know any better. There isn’t any application to fill out before having a child. Pimps, prostitutes, crack whores and pedophiles can have children as legally as they can buy beer at 21.

WTF kind of system IS that?

Am I for applications for having kids? Hell yes. Completely for it. If someone would implement it we’d have a hell of a lot more parents that care more for their kids. You’ve gotta have your own shit together before you’re able to GIVE to a child. A child requires so much… are you giving everything you can? Is there ANY chance your child is riding his tricycle through traffic when you’re not looking?

Everyone now, at the same time, repeat after me…

“It’s a F A R K E D life!”

Radiation. Part of God’s Plan for the World?

Physically and mentally disabled children as a result of the Chernobyl accident in Russia so many years back. Make yourself look at each photo.

Can you imagine what hell these children are living every day of their lives. I can’t. I know I don’t have any conception of what even 10 minutes must be like living as one of them. I look at them in the photos and I can imagine the cruelty of people… the stares they must get. The people that must burst into tears upon seeing them.

Their families? Wow… I couldn’t imagine waking up every fucking day and seeing my brother or sister like this. My son? Feeling their pain of humiliation every single day. Whatever created this farked up world gave most of us everything we needed. But some got dealt a raw fucking deal in spades. Why did some get 150 IQ’s and Harvard schooled parents in child psychology and others got shit for brains?

It’s time, god, if it exists in some form we can gripe at, came down here and started taking the blame. What a complete clustersuck this entire world is… the pain some of mankind is going through is unimaginable. Unforgivable. God made radiation. God made accidents. God made human beings that are fallible, capable of forgetting… capable of misjudging. If you don’t feel sick to your stomach about a God that could create something so heinous after seeing these photos – good for you. God made you callous enough, selfish enough that you don’t have it in you to feel for others… or maybe you have something else dragging you down. Maybe you’ve got your own traumatic experience you’re dealing with in this wretched game of life…