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  • Do Not Give Kittens Away This What Can Happen

    I can’t stress enough! Don’t give kittens away for free!!! 😠😡😠😡😠😡😠😠This is what can happen when kittens are given for free or in the hands of the wrong people. Each one painted a color with permanent markers (similar to the photo below) and used as bait for dog fights. People bet on the color of the cat who will survive the longest. This is common – and yes happens in a lot of places!

    This is for public awareness and only by all of us advocating and discouraging free adoptions by ANYONE or ANY ORGANIZATION – can we make a dent in this problem.

    Craigslist….etc..etc..

    PLEASE KEEP SHARING THIS POST.

    IT IS KITTEN SEASON , SO THESE SICK PEOPLE ARE OUT COLLECTING THEM NOW.

    TIME FOR EVERYONE TO EDUCATE EVERYONE ELSE.

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  • Brave Girl Loses Her Fight To Cancer But Her Name Will Live On

    Little Sophie Grace Taylor 4 years old lost her brave fight to Osteosarcoma cancer.

    Her parents want to raise awareness and let her name live on.

    Today at 1.47am I took my last breath, laying in Mummy and Daddy’s arms, cuddling Olaf and watching Toy Story. I peacefully slipped into my forever sleep, just how I would have wanted.

    Mummy and Daddy will ensure my life and name goes on and wrote this poem for me…..

    My wings arrived and I decided it is time that I should go

    But before I fly and leave you here there are things that you should know.

    Treasure every moment, every laugh, and hug and kiss

    For you never know when life, may suddenly end up like this.

    I taught you valuable lessons on how to cope with misery and pain

    So no matter what you go through, remember you can always smile again

    It may not be today, tomorrow, or this week

    But never give up on living while there’s colour in your cheek.

    Mummy and Daddy will mourn forever, but their job is crystal clear.

    To make my name last forever

    “And we will do this for you my dear”

    Sleep well and rest a while, for now it’s only goodbye

    We’ll see you again, embrace and cuddle, and understand that you must fly

    It is difficult to end this and say a final piece

    So how about we love you Sophie and hope you are at peace xx

    https://www.facebook.com/superstrongsophie/

  • I Will Get Justice For My Baby

    💜👼Florrie’s Story👼💜

    17 weeks 3 days pregnant I was assaulted in the kitchen of my home by my ex and the ‘Father’ to my 3-year-old daughter. I was already having a bleed due to the miscarriage of her twin a few weeks before. I can’t go into detail about the assault but the baby’s waters ruptured. Going upstairs I discovered I was soaking wet and there was blood everywhere. The only thing I could think was “That’s it. It’s game over”!! I rang the hospital and was taken in.

    I had internals,scans etc etc and then I was told “I’m so sorry Amie. The baby’s waters have ruptured and there’s nothing we can do but wait for the labour process to begin or have a medically induced termination”!! I was absolutely heartbroken 💔I decided to go home and wait for the inevitable to happen. I didn’t want to stay in hospital and I definitely didn’t want to kill my own baby!! I wanted to be at home with my daughters.

    My ex partner was arrested from my home and me and the girls went to stay with my mum for a couple of days. I had a scan booked for 2 days later if I hadn’t gone into labour already. I hadn’t!! I went for my scan at Fetal Medical Assessment and they told me that the babies waters were definitely ruptured and that I had Placenta Preva. They told me my Placenta was completely covering the baby’s exit and that if I had wanted a termination I couldn’t have one anyway because the baby would have to be born by Csection or I’d hemmorage and quite possibly bleed to death!!

    Scary times 😔Other than her Waters been ruptured my baby was doing well for now but it was early days so the problems wouldn’t kick-start straight away and I was told to prepare for the worst. I was absolutely shattered!! I never went into labour though. I didn’t know the sex of my baby till the day she was born because there was so little fluid we couldn’t see. Even through all the stress,the constant worry and the heartache I just wanted to know whether my baby was Team Pink or Team Blue 💜💙It was the ‘Normal’ things that kept me going.

    Every 2 days I had to go into hospital for obs,blood test to check my infection markers etc. Always went okay. Never caught any infections despite constantly losing fluid and having bleeds all the time with the Placenta Preva. Obs were always good,baby was always active during scans and she was still alive. That was the main thing!! Fast forward to 20 weeks pregnant and going to my 20 weeks scan. Changes had started taking place. Her lungs were on the small side and her heart was slightly enlarged and she had Tepeles (Club foot) all due to lack of fluid.

    I was then referred for all my scans to take place at Fetal Medical Assessment at the LGI and that would be where baby’s birth would be taking place as they were more equipped to deal with her birth there. I had Fetal Medical scans every week and although we had bad weeks we had some good weeks too but her prognosis was never good. They told me the chances were highly likely that Florrie wouldn’t make it out alive but if she did she would be Trachea dependant for the rest of her life and that her life wouldn’t be a long one. They told me she had an enlarged heart with fluid surrounding it (Possible Cardiomyopathy) Potters Syndrome,Teples and she would be born cramped up as she had been squashed with no water for however long the pregnancy went on.

    I was sat down after one scan and told “Amie. We’re quite concerned that your developing Placenta Creta”. On the scan it had shown a space about as thick as a finger nail between my Placenta and previous section scar tissue and I was referred for a MRI the following day. I went home and did my research and didn’t like what I’d learnt 😔That night I had to go to hospital with another bleed. I had to go to hospital with every bleed as any bleed could be a dangerous bleed and I could hemorrhage at any time. They kept me in as the blood flow didn’t slow as quickly as it previously had before. I was carefully monitored and the MRI the next day went ahead.

    Later that night back on the ward the man who did the scan came to see me with he’s team. I could tell by their faces that it was bad news. Luckily my mum was with me. I just blurted out “I’m attached aren’t I”!! 🙈They pulled the curtains round and all gathered around. He sat on my bed and he said “Amie.. I’m so sorry to tell you this but you’ve got Stage 4 Placenta Creta”! I’m sat there thinking about what iv read on the Internet and he’s saying summat about Stage 4. And I’m just thinking “What the fuck is he even on about”?? He goes on to tell me “Iv never seen anything like this in all my 30 years in medical practise and were going to have to draft in some doctors from oversees before we can even think about delivering your baby. Amie I’m so sorry to have to say this but your life is now at serious risk and we would strongly advise you and your family to prepare yourselves for the worst”!!

    I can’t remember much after that. I just know I didn’t cry. I turned to my mum and she was just in absolute pieces. She was how I was when I was told Florrie might not make it. I gave her the biggest cuddle and I told her “Don’t you be sat there mum listening to these fukin idiots because I’m not going anywhere”!! I never shed not one single tear. I had to be the strong one now. I told them “I understood everything they had said and when could I go home”. He told me I could go home the next day providing my blood loss had stopped. It did and home I went. I carried on with life like you do and I just thought “Florrie’s what matters at minute and making sure I keep life as normal as possible for the kids”.

    I didn’t tell my kids I might die. It’s something they didn’t need to know. Fast forward to 29 weeks 2 days pregnant by this point I’d learnt I had Placenta Preva,Stage 4 Placenta Creta,my Placenta was not only attached to my previous section scar tissue it was also attached to my womb,my Uterus, my Cervix. It was like a sling inside my belly (Their words) I got took into hospital with another bleed. I was put on the monitor and her heart rate and slowed and changes were taking place so I was admitted to the Labour Ward. My team came to see me and said a doctor from the Netherlands was on he’s way to England and he would arrive sometime early morning to assist the operation.

    I would be going to theater at 11 o’clock 29th March 2017. I’m not going to lie I was absolutely shitting myself but I turned round and just said “OK love that’s good with me”!! He then told me I’d be kept on monitor all night and that I’d not to lay flat on my back. I sent my mum home for some sleep and told her to be back for 8 the next morning. I didn’t sleep that night I sat in the chair at the side of my bed cuddling a Pink furry rabbit babygro that both Ruby and Elsie had worn to come home from hospital in.. And I cried and cried and cried!!!

    All I could think was “I might never see my daughters again. I might not even get to meet my baby. I might never see my mum, my brothers or my sister ever again. Next time they see me I might be laid there dead with my dead baby in my arms”!! I rang my mum and I said “Mum if me and the baby do die will you promise me one thing? That we get put together in the same coffin and if she’s a girl please call her Florrie after my grandma”.

    My mum might lose not only her grand baby but her daughter too”!! And I’d just sent her home to get some sleep 😔I can remember going for a bath about 7 o’clock the next morning and then I was scanned at 8 o’clock.. Florrie had her leg in her hand and was putting it above her head. I can remember saying “She’s going to be a gymnast when she’s older and laughing with the doctor”!! My mum arrived at 8 and then at 9 o’clock I was scanned by my Consultant Tom so he could mark up where my incision was going to be.

    Scan started I seen my baby move. We heard her heart beat although it was a little low and there was gaps between beats. I remember thinking “This might be the last time I ever get to hear that sound or see her image” then Tom goes “I’m just off to go get another member of the team”. I didn’t think anything of it. In they come scan continues sound gets turned off and he turns the screen to him. I’m just thinking he’s measuring up to see where I’m getting cut. One doctor goes out. Tom’s deep in concentration. He never said a word. There was a deathly silence in the room. Then something started to not feel right. I felt uneasy. Next thing so many doctors came rushing through the door they almost didn’t fit in the room. Their all gathered round the screen talking in hushed tones.

    I just know somethings badly wrong here but I was so calm its unreal. Tom looks at me with the most saddest look. I said “Tom what wrong.. Something is wrong isn’t it”? He said “Amie I’m so so so sorry. Amie the baby has just gone”!!

    Again that deathly blood curdling scream that left my body i will never unhear. I’d literally just watched my baby pass away on the screen 💔12 weeks to the day my baby had battled in the womb to stay alive and on the morning of her section she had passed away. Totally heartbreaking 💔My mum must have rung my family because I remember them turning up. I remember us all been outside. I can’t remember what got said or anything. I was a complete and utter mess!! I said bye to them all and I walked back up to the Labour Ward with my mum and my team were at front desk I said “I’m ready to go to theater now and have my baby”!!

    I got out the outfit I wanted my baby to wear,the scenting blanket I’d spent the night scenting up incase I didn’t get to meet her and I passed the nurse her blanket and told her to make sure she was cleaned up,dressed and wrapped in her blanket for me. I was prepped for theater and I said my goodbyes to my mum just incase I didn’t see her again.. I was put to sleep. In theater I gave birth at 29 weeks 3 days to my beautiful baby girl Florrie-Mae born sleeping at 12.50pm weighing 1Ib 15.5oz on 29.03.17 💜👼

    I lost my full body’s supply of blood, I had all my blood replaced,I had to have a Hysterectomy, my Uterus and some of my cervix was also removed. At one point they went out and told my mum I’d had a little girl and it got that bad in theater they told my mum things were really bad and they were doing all they could to save me but she had to prepare for the worst because it wasn’t looking good. She must have rang my family and they a turned up at that point. At one point they were going to give up but the doctor from the Netherlands stepped in and performed an emergency Arterial block and put me on a Self Saver machine.

    I was in theater 8 and a half hours. I came out on full life support in an induced coma and transferred to ICU …. But I was alive. Only just. They told me it was a miracle. I now do believe in miracles 👌Can’t keep a warrior down for long. 36 hours later I woke up. As soon as the ventilator was out I said “I had a little girl didn’t I”? The doctor said “Yeah you did Amie”. I just said “I bloody knew it”! 🤣I asked when I could have her and they said as soon as we can get some of these tubes out of you so I said “Well you better make a start then haven’t you love” 😂 From waking up to leaving ICU it took me 2 hours. I wasn’t messing around lol.

    Arriving at HDU they got me settled and then they brought my daughter to me. I’d waited so long for this cuddle. She got passed to me and I swear to god she was gorgeous. She looked like she had been crying 😢 I remember saying “I’m so sorry Florrie. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you. But I promise you I’m going to fight like fuck for you baby”!!! And here I am. Fighting like fuck to get my daughter the justice she deserves. The man responsible for her death is going on trial in 2019 for charges I can’t discuss.

    My Florrie will be 2 years and 2 months old when it takes place. Its been a long hard battle but iv got it this far and I don’t intend to give up now!! I promised Florrie she wouldn’t die for absolutely nothing and so I set up Florrie’s Army 💜 👼My daughter may not be here but she will sure never be forgotten. I believe she got given to me because she had some work that needed to be done and she picked me to do it 💕I got hand picked from Heaven by the most perfect little angel ever 👼She’s doing amazing things from Heaven and while ever I’m here Florrie’s Army will be here xxxxxxxx https://www.facebook.com/Florries-Army-In-Rememberance-Page-123309771943179/

  • Justice For Lily-My Last Photo Of My Angel

    This is the last picture I will ever have of my baby girl. 5 years ago right now she was eating lucky charms with my dad when I told her we had to get dressed. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said “why mommy?” And all I could do was say “I’m sorry baby.” I held her hand as she cried on the way to meet her “father”. She asked if we could go to splash village and I told her we would when there was snow on the ground. She asked if Barney could come to her birthday and I told her that he would. And the last promise I made her was that one day she wouldn’t have to go to their house.

    We got to the meeting spot and she was crying saying mommy please don’t make me go. I just kept telling her I’m sorry baby and I love you and I will see you tomorrow. He took her and she continued to cry. He let her give me one last kiss and he walked away as she screamed and reached trying to get back to me. You never forget that sound. I went home to get things ready for her to come back. I was going to clean our room and meet my cousin Erica to give her some of Lily’s old toys. And I was going to go Christmas shopping.

    I was at Walmart when my mom and dad texted they arrived at our cabin 3 hours away. They sent me a picture of a 3 foot princess stocking and told me to start shopping for stocking stuffers. I was in the stocking stuffer isle at Walmart at 3:01 pm when I looked at my phone and saw her “father” calling.

    I picked it up and he said to get to the macomb general hospital right now. That there was an accident and Renee fell on Lily in the shower. I asked if she was ok and he said he didn’t know and to just get there right away. I left my cart and sped walked to the car thinking that’s it! She’s not going back. Thinking it was a broken arm or leg. I called my mom and she said to meet my uncle at my house and he would drive me. They were on their way.

    So I pulled in my driveway jumped in the passenger seat as him and my cousin jumped in and we left. He drove as fast as he could trying to get their but it was rush hour traffic. Her “father” kept calling and saying where are you? I told him I was trying to get there as fast as I could but the hospital was an hour an a half away without traffic. I asked if she was ok and he hung up on me.

    This continued a few more times before I called the hospital. I asked the nurse if she was ok and she said the words I will never forget, “I wouldn’t be telling you this over the phone but you need to get here. It’s bad. She’s been back there with the doctors for an hour and she has no pulse.” I don’t remember the rest of the ride. I remember asking my 14-year-old cousin to call everyone and ask them to pray. I should have never put that responsibility on her.

    When we arrived at the Er they made my uncle move the car. Her “father” was standing outside smoking as I opened the door. My knees gave out and I couldn’t stand. I asked him if she was ok and he said no. I asked him if she was alive and he said no. My world came crashing down at that moment. When the detective came in later she asked what type of underwear was Lily wearing and asked if I helped wipe her that morning when she used the potty. I told her I did and she asked if there was blood. I told her no.

    My mom said why are you asking these questions. The detective said because Lily was severely sexually abused preceding her death. We went home that night and sat in the car. How do you go back into a house that the one person who made it a home is never coming back? How do you go on when all your hopes and dreams are taken away? It was just supposed to be 33 hours, not a lifetime. To this day I hate when my parents go anywhere far away because I’m scared something is going to happen.

    To this day I can’t go in that isle of Walmart. To this day I can’t wake up on November 20th and not replay every horrific moment. I miss you Lily to infinity and beyond always and forever and I will never stop fighting for you. So if you are still reading at this point please share Lily’s story today. Please make a choice to be her voice because there is no excuse for child abuse. And please hug your children a little tighter and longer as none of us are promised tomorrow. Thank you all for your support! God bless you! #justiceforlily #lilysvoice #30daysoflily

    Update 11/26/18- It’s been 3 years since I wrote this and this post still rings true. In the hardest days each year I am thankful to each one of you that have shared her story. To know that her supporters have grown and praying that at least one child is saved in her memory. I miss her every second of everyday but coming on here and seeing her story being shared 8 years later has me in tears. God bless each and every one of you! ❤️

    Update 11/27- I have received a ton of messages asking if she got justice. Renee was found guilty of criminal sexual conduct, first degree child abuse and first degree murder. She is spending life in prison without parole. I truly wish I could individually thank each and every one of you who have shared but the shares are coming in at like 3000 an hour. So please know my entire family is so thankful for each of you being Lily’s voice. If you would like to join our fight please go to https://www.facebook.com/JusticeForLily/❤️

  • A True Gent Who Will Never Stop Fighting

    Michael was born with Transposition of the Great Vessels and had open heart surgery when he was just a tiny baby. He was doing great, living a normal full happy life. Until a few years ago, when he started having major health problems. His cardiologist said that he would need a transplant but that he wasn’t a candidate for a transplant due to being overweight. He has had many surgeries, several stents, a pacemaker/ defibrillator, av-node ablation, among several others. He coded on the operating table and died and they brought him back to life. It’s been quite the adventure.

    Michal is the most amazing father, friend, husband, brother and man in the whole world. He has always been there for anyone that needed him. From hosting toy and food drives, helping a friend in need, giving the last £5 in his pocket, giving rides, blessing bags for the homeless, fundraisers for others, he is always trying to think of a way to help others.

    Which is why it didn’t surprise me when he decided that he was going to fight this fight, and that he wouldn’t let anything stand in his way. He decided to have gastric surgery, so that he could be a candidate for transplant. Just before the surgery, one of the medicines they gave him caused his kidneys to fail and almost killed him, he had to have dialysis.

    When they took the picc line out, they didn’t apply pressure and just dressed it and left the room. A few minutes later the site burst and was spraying blood everywhere, he pushed the call light and nobody came, finally he started screaming while he was bleeding out and a cleaning lady came running in and grabbed a towel and applied pressure while screaming for help. She saved his life. Fast forward a few months. After special diets, appointments with nutritionists, battles with insurance, he finally was able to have the gastric surgery.

    Shortly after the surgery, he started fainting. He ended up being admitted to the ICU and almost died after he had a massive amount of blood loss in his stomach and went into hypovolemic shock. They saved his life again. Fast forward again, he ended up fainting again and breaking two vertebrae in his lumbar spine. Guess what? He kept fighting! Through lots and lots of hard work and a few tears, a year later he had lost close to 200 pounds and was finally a candidate!! The battle did not end though, this was just his ribbon cutting ceremony.

    There were many other battles along the way. His pacemaker battery had to be replaced, he had to have more stents, heart catheterizations, ablations, and so many procedures, surgeries, hospitalizations and doctors.

    His cardiologist found 2 doctors in Arizona that were capable of performing a transplant as complex as his (his heart is kind of backwards so they need to be not only qualified in heart transplants but also congenital birth defects of the heart). The first doctor in Tucson said absolutely not, he refused to even see him. The second doctor at Mayo said that he would be willing to do an evaluation.

    His insurance approved the first appointment…after that…let’s just say Mayo was not the easiest hospital to work with. It took over a year, countless hours of phone calls, arguments with Mayo and the Insurance company, we weren’t getting anywhere. Finally we caught a break, we were blessed with an amazing caseworker who personally knew the director of his insurance company! She was able to get things moving! He saw the doctors at Mayo and had probably 50 tests and appointments. It was finally the day we found out if they were going to approve him for the transplant list!!! Yay!!!

    We get to the appointment and the doctor says, unfortunately the doctor that was going to do the transplant has moved to a different hospital in California! They said they didn’t have anyone capable of doing his heart transplant and they denied him because he was too high of a surgical risk.

    So I suppose at this point, he could have easily given up and nobody would’ve blamed him. However if you haven’t learned by now, Michael does not give up!

    So we tracked down the doctor in California, made some changes to health insurance, and contacted his office. His nurse knew who Mike was! He must’ve made an impact somehow! So fast forward again, we had Mayo send all of the test/eval results to UC San Diego Hospital. Then we had to go to San Diego and be admitted for more testing. Finally some good news….the doctor had agreed to proceed with trying to get Michael on the transplant list!!! However, since he is in California and we are in Arizona, we’ve had to make trips monthly or bi-monthly for tests, procedures, checkups, occasionally hospitalizations and other medical stuff.

    Michael has had many other health battles in the meantime. One of them was his foot. He had MRSA and sepsis from a bad bone infection in his foot. He had to have surgery and was on IV antibiotics for several months. When that did not work and he went septic and almost died, they amputated his toe. His immune system was so weak that he has caught just about every cold and flu going around that year. It was an extremely difficult year for all of us.

    Fast forward again. Michael had gone through all of the screening and testing at UCSD (University of California San Diego). The transplant team has agreed to take Mike’s case and feel confident that they can do a successful heart transplant. They have listed him on the transplant list as of October 2017. He started as a status 2, and then his heart failure rapidly decided, and they were able to bump him to a 1b. Now we just have to wait until they can find a matching donor. This is the next challenge in the journey. Because Michael is 6’6” and blood type O-. They haven’t found anything yet that even comes close to being a good match.

    Fast forward again. Michael’s health continues to decline. He is constantly on 3 liters of oxygen and his heart is not strong enough to pump blood through his body so he faints frequently. They are worried that his heart strength is rapidly declining faster than expected and feel that the LVAD (left ventricular assist device) will be needed for him to make it to transplant. The LVAD is considered a bridge to transplant in this case. It will require open heart surgery, a pump installed on the outside of his heart with wires coming out of his stomach to a battery pack that will be worn around his waist. This pump will beat his heart for him. These batteries must be charged every 6 hours and will keep him alive until they find a matching donor heart.

    Fast forward again. Michael had the LVAD surgery. He is now dependent upon batteries and electricity to keep him alive. Unfortunately because of the anatomy of his heart, they had to put the LVAD in at an angle and it is hitting the septum in his heart. So he is constantly going into v-tach which is a very dangerous heart rhythm. The only thing they can do now is hope to find a matching donor and to have a heart transplant. We are hoping that the vtach gets better with time. It has been quite the roller coaster. He was inpatient in the hospital for 36 days, he had developed an infection from his picc line and had a rough couple of weeks. He has been discharged now and we are currently staying in an apartment right next to the hospital. There wasn’t much more they could do for him in the hospital, so now we just wait and keep a close eye on him.

    Michael’s doctor was able to bump him up to a status 1A so he is currently at the top of the waiting list in San Diego for a transplant. They are getting matches, just nothing perfect for him yet. So they are continuing to look through the offers. We are just praying for a good match now. One that will give him a long healthy life with his family and allow him to do things that he never dreamed were possible! 💜

    We hope that he can walk his baby girl down the isle someday. .

    We will not stop fighting! He deserves a long happy healthy life, just like you and I!

    Please take a look at Michael’s Facebook page

    Facebook.com/Newheartformichael

  • Mum Told To Abort Baby By Dr, But Mum Would Not Give up

    I received the awful news that there’s no fluid left around my baby the deepest pool was 1.8cm because of this my babies lungs can’t develop so if it survives full term we won’t get more than an hour with him before he passes away, this is what we were told 4 months ago.

    Doctor after Doctor told me there was NO HOPE, NO CHANCE of survival, one Doctor even told me I was wasting NHS money and time continuing with this pointless pregnancy and just to abort it and move on.

    This was not a thing to discard this is my child, a much wanted and tried for baby boy, even if I only get to hold him for a minute it would be worth it.

    Did my baby not deserve a chance to fight for the right to live, I messaged into Mums advice and asked if there was anything I could do to give my baby more hope.

    One woman (I wish I could remember her name) told me to drink water as if it were going out of fashion, just drink, drink, drink, I followed her advice and my baby thrived, he grew, he made it to 32 weeks before deciding it was time to meet his mama.

    Samuel Chance was born on July the 26th, he took a breath, he screamed a tiny sound, an hour passed and he was still with me.

    Samuel is still in the special care unit and fighting every day, he is gaining in weight and in strength this boy won’t give up and neither will I.

    Thanks Mums advice for believing in Hope and helping me to stay strong for my baby boy!!!

    I want to urge mums out there not to give up if you have a glimmer of hope you have to hold on to it.

  • Woman Fights To Escape Attacker And Survives

    At about 7:15am Wednesday, I was walking my dog Berreta alone on our regular loop on the Platte River Trail, a short walk from my home. A man passed by me that I had recognized briefly from the day prior when I was walking with Billie.

    He didn’t make eye contact with me and I got a very strange vibe. Somehow he made it on the other side of the loop, meaning he must’ve cut through the woods somewhere knowing where I was headed. The dog and I passed him and I said excuse me. About 30 seconds later I noticed him very close behind me. I saw he had a rope in his hands and at that point he was too close to try and put any distance between us.

    He strangled me from behind and drug me into the woods about 15 feet off the trail where he removed almost all of my clothes. He continued to choke me using his hands, the rope, and with a bandana of some sort. I fought like hell and screamed my brains out, even my sweet dog tried to fight him and bite him as much as she could. He threatened to kill me, I believe to get me to stop screaming.

    I thought that this could be the end but I was not about to give up fighting for my life. He hog tied me from my neck to my wrists, then to my ankles and told me he was going to let me go but he needed to find his glasses first. He searched for them multiple times and couldn’t find them, I begged him to let me help but he said he couldn’t trust me. I somehow managed to sit up and was able to reach the knot around my ankles and free myself.

    I had no choice at that point but to run for my life as fast as I could, unfortunately without my dog. I made it to the bike path almost completely naked screaming for help. I’m so thankful there were people around that ultimately were able to protect me. A man on a bike chased him down and was able to restrain him until police arrived. HE IS IN CUSTODY.

    He is a registered sex offender and has multiple warrants out for his arrest, the detectives are very confident he won’t be seeing light of day for a very very long time, if not ever. Later I was able to find Berreta, so she is also safe at home.

    This was the worst day of my life but I knew I had to fight, it simply wasn’t my time to die. I love you all for all of the support and am feeling better today. I still feel like I got hit by a freight train but I am lucky to be in good hands today with my family and friends.

    I am putting this post up to remind each and every one of you, please be aware of your surroundings at all times. Even if you have been on your local path, your grocery store parking lot, or anywhere 100 times, danger can exist anywhere. I am lucky to be alive, so please have a plan in place to protect yourself from whatever may be out there. Be safe out there, lots of love from me!

    By Vanessa Ursini, Survivor

    ⚠️WARNING:GRAPHIC ⚠️

    Woman Fights To Escape Attacker And Survives
    Woman Fights To Escape Attacker And Survives

  • Why I Will Not Judge Your Parenting

    WHY I WILL NOT JUDGE YOUR PARENTING ❤️

    I’m too damn busy.

    I’m too busy making mistakes and praying my kids turn out alright anyway.

    I’m too busy looking at my musty smelling laundry pile and wondering if I should fold it or light it all on fire.

    I’m too busy teaching my kids good work ethics which means saying “stop playing and keep cleaning” over and over until everyone is crying.

    I’m too busy yelling that everyone needs to STOP YELLING and then wondering if I will ever be able to stop yelling. It’s not really looking good for any of us.

    I’m too busy letting my three-year-old use a pacifier and my six-year-old wear Cinderella underwear as a bathing suit.

    I’m too busy trying not to fight with my husband in front of the kids even though sometimes we make each other crazy (ESPECIALLY IN THE CAR). I say trying, because last week my three-year-old asked me why daddy and I sometimes argue like little kids.

    I’m too busy wondering if that wet spot is from water, juice, or urine.

    I’m too busy trying to assess if that Pterodactyl scream was a “we’re having fun” scream or a “blood has been shed” scream.

    I’m too busy making risky calls like should I let my son wear that shirt with spaghetti sauce on it to church, and do I tell my girls that it’s actually a “vagina” not a “bagina”, even though bagina is way more awesome?

    I’m too damn busy apologizing to my kids. I’m apologizing for misunderstanding them, for getting grumpy, for bumping their head on a doorway, for not believing them that their tummy hurt until they projectile vomited, and for throwing away that ginormous popsicle stick art project they brought home from school.

    I’m too busy apologizing FOR my kids, like, “sorry they ate all your snacks and asked you if there’s a baby in your belly”.

    I’m too busy being overwhelmed by the fact that it’s already dinner time AGAIN and the food is still at the grocery store.

    I’m too busy because this parenting gig is flying by at lightning speed and I’m hanging on for dear life, hoping that when it’s over they will look back and say “we were loved”.

    I’m not going to judge your parenting because IT’S HARD and YOU are the qualified one.

    I’m not qualified because I don’t worry about your kids like you do. I don’t lie awake at night wrestling with decisions about schools, and friends, and behaviors, and obstacles in their precious lives. I don’t love them, ache for them, feed them, or say sorry to them like you do. I don’t know them. I don’t know their dreams or what makes them tick.

    I’m eleven years in and I am now more certain than ever that there isn’t “one way” to do this well. I’m just trying to figure out how to parent my own kids and how many margaritas I can have without getting a hangover. Life is complicated.

    If we can’t be real and share the struggle, then it just doesn’t work for me.

    I’m a fan of all MOMS.

    I’m too damn busy for anything else.

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  • Who Are The Parents? You’re Failing At Parenting

    I witnessed something shocking last night around 10.30pm in Colchester, Essex, that sums up how bad our society is becoming. A group of 14 yr olds set upon a young boy, and as you would expect, his father came out to disperse the little shits. All 8 of them then set about the father and kicked and punched him to the head, and while he was down, the girls then proceeded to kick him in the face while he was down.

    3 of us ran out to his aid and dispersed these idiots, who then wanted to take us on. We helped the guy into the recovery position and called the police.

    The worst of the group were the foul-mouthed girls who I would have been ashamed to have called my daughter.

    The question is .. Who are the parents ? The ultimate failures, the ones that take no responsibility for their children.

    Well I wonder how proud they feel this morning, and everyday of their failed parenting ?

     I hope the Parents of these disgraceful kids get exposed, and begin taking some responsibility. In the first instance, wondering where their 13 and 14 yr olds are at 10.30 at night !!

    What is the world coming to when Children are showing no respect to anyone. Bring back corporal punishment, it never did my generation any harm, in fact it demonstrated there were unpleasant consequences for your actions. Something that is clearly absent from young people’s lives these days.

    When I was young we wouldn’t have dared to even talk back to an adult let alone physically and verbally attacked someone, had we been caught doing something we shouldn’t have, just the threat of them telling our parents stopped our antics.

    Parents are failing children, is it really that hard to discipline your children, to teach them right from wrong and give them some damn consequences for their actions.