My friend was telling me how she was crying in the shower that morning and all of a sudden she said, “Ok, I’m done! on with the day.” What an example of Happiness being a choice.    

We were winning the football game. My boys were playing amazingly, we were missing one boy, Zach, where did he go? I ask, he moved to Utah. The coach, a police officer, noticed he had a bruise on his cheek and his back had whip marks. When it came down to it, his dad had beat him for letting a skunk in the garage. Zach was placed with foster parents, his dad was friends with the officer who investigated the incident and that officer didn’t arrest the dad. Zach’s mom took Zach to Utah. I thought to myself, why did she not flee with Zach sooner? I realized that my biggest lie was that I never said anything. I didn’t tell when he choked me, giving me whiplash ( I have had problems with feeling 3 fingers on both hands ever since, a constant reminder) and slammed a snowmobile trailer on my legs, badly bruising my legs. I didn’t tell when he told my son that he should of used a condom so he would have never been born. I didn’t tell when he beat my small daughter while she was laying face down on her bed, with a belt,