my sister, Liza, sent me this paperweight, which Mom had kept by her computer in home after home.
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I wrote this blog entry after seeing the paperweight.
Over the intervening time, this half dome slid a bit behind the keyboard, so I rarely notice it.
Today, as I was working at home, Greg Holden's "Lost Boy" began playing just as I grabbed a notebook and bumped the paperweight into view.
I found myself once again lost in staring at this little boy I cannot remember. I hate having no memories before age ten, that I cannot recall this boy or the life he led, that in less than five years he would have been in a dozen fights and was being beaten daily and was puking on the ground while a Marine ground his boot into that kid's face.
If you wonder why I write so much about child abuse and victims of abuse of all kinds, stare at that kid and think about what abuse took from him.
Took from me.
Your works of good are so appreciated by so very many, you’re a very good man despite the horrors that you suffered. I for one am very sorry that you had to go through all of that and I appreciate all that you do to make us all aware of the child abuse issues, past, present and unfortunately probably future. But on a lighter note in sure is a handsome little thing.
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