“I realized to have this perfect display home, meant no one lived in it.”
“My husband and I woke up to find this note on our counter one morning, written by the 12-year-old boy who was living with us. I have carried this note in my purse for a long time, so I could take it out and re-read it on the hard days. There’s also a letter with ‘Youth Correctional Center’ in the return address, tear-stained, begging us not to give up.”
“I’m trying to give our little girl the best life and gift I can give her — a Momma and Daddy she can be proud of.”
“I looked out the ambulance window and started bawling as I saw the crowd so excitedly yelling for Ellie. I couldn’t help but think about heaven, and how I could taste a small glimpse of what it will be like.”
“Because, If you rip the band-aid off, you will find it is still raw underneath.”
“I have grown up and gone to school my whole life with people who basically look like me, think like me and believe the same things I believe, and that’s not the real world.”
“I know I shouldn’t gauge my parenting on whether or not my home is clean, but I do. I’m always apologizing for the mess, and I don’t like visitors to come over unexpectedly.”
“I am still in shock that our little boy was sleeping on my lap, throwing the football, running around with the dog and just starting to show as being sick. And today he is on life support,” his mother wrote when the harrowing ordeal began.