Here's a truly heartwarming story about the bond formed between a
little 5-year-old girl and some construction workers that makes you
believe that we CAN make a difference when we give a child the gift of
our time.
A young family moved into a house next door to a vacant
lot.
One day a construction crew turned up to start building a house
on the empty lot.
The young family's 5-year-old daughter naturally
took an interest in all the activity going on next-door and spent much
of each day observing the workers.
Eventually the construction crew, all of them gems-in-the-rough, more or
less adopted her as a kind of project mascot.
They chatted with her,
let her sit with them while they had coffee and lunch breaks, and gave
her little jobs to do here and there to make her feel important.
At the
end of the first week, they even presented her with a pay envelope
containing a couple of dollars.
The little girl took this home to her mother who said
all the appropriate words of admiration and suggested that they take
the two dollar "pay" she had received to the bank the next day to
start a savings account.
When they got to the bank, the teller was equally impressed and asked
the little girl how she had come by her very own paycheck at such a
young age.
The little girl proudly replied, "I worked last week with the crew
building the house next door to us.
"
My goodness gracious," said the teller, "and will you be working on the
house again this week, too?"
The little girl replied, "I will if those assholes at Home Depot ever
deliver the fuckin sheet rock.
"
Stories like this just bring a tear to your eye.
My 3 Daughters where snatched by the state of Utah for monitary gain. I was given a defective/drug addict attorney and the state was allowed to lie under oath in order to terminate my parental rights. Their case worker even had the nerve to say my daughters were adoptable because they werer little white girls, What a crock!
My Life
I am the mommy of Michelle, Ashleigh and Samanthia. The state of utah snatched them from me in July of 2001. The Last time I was allowed to see them was January 8, 2002. Not a day goes by that they are not in my thoughts. They were sold out of foster care here for financial insentive. I miss you three so much and can't wait til the day you can come find me.
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