I watched 60 Minutes last night, a piece about families living out of their cars...children living out of cars! I could see resignation in eyes not old enough to undrestanding the meaning of the word. I know what those children are going through: the rejection, the dirty feeling that no gas station restroom can wash off, the long drawn out sighs that become a regular part of daily life. To fall beneath the bottom line of society and crawl through the garbage is, in my book, a walk up the gallows and a long stare at the noose. You never forget it. No matter resilent you are.
We can't stop a grown up from self destructive behaivor. I know this. But we cannot call ourselves humane while children are forced to stare at that dreadful noose day after day.
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