FknBucky

It’s Monday and hopefully you have the day off to spend with people you care about.  Labor Day is awesome and even though most of you don’t deserve the time off you get it anyway.  Not sure what the point is??  We celebrate the fact that we have jobs by not showing up for a day??  It might be better off called I’m a lazy drunk asshole that didn’t make it to work today, DAY.

I’ve recently read that book “A Stolen Life” which is the autobiography of Jaycee Dugard.  First of all the beginning of this book is one of the hardest things I’ve ever read.  I almost stopped reading it because it is that awful.  The fact that people actually exist in this world that are willing and happy to hurt a child in such ways makes me sad, angry, and gave me a deep feeling of helplessness.

After some thought I figured if she could live through this ordeal and then write about it with such honesty the least I can do is take the time to hear her story.  In this ME ME ME world that we live in, it is important we all take time to understand what others have gone through.  To many times we just go about our days complaining that we can’t find an open line at the grocery store.  Fucking crazy what I catch myself bitching about.

So this little girl was kidnapped at age 11 and kept as a sex slave to some weird bastard for 18 years.  He raped her many times and fathered two children with her.  She was kept in a small room with no toilet during much of this time.  Only after having the baby was she allowed to be in another room.  I don’t have exact information for this blog, but you get the idea.  I think everyone should read this woman’s story and understand that your life might be challenging, but well I think you get the point.

She was finally rescued after 18 years in this hell and I like you would expect her to be angry and want to kill the couple that did this to her.  Not even close.  She understands that everyday she carries the anger with her, she is still a prisoner to them.  The only way for her to be truly free is to forgive and forget them.  This was one of the most touching and mature things I’ve ever read.  The strength it would take to do this is extremely admirable to say the least.

Her daughters are her life now and she is learning with them to be a member of society. Let me be perfectly clear on this next point.  We should spare NO EXPENSE in helping this family heal from this very traumatic situation.  The man that took her was a convicted child rapist and had parole officers visit his house while Jaycee was kept prisoner there.  They should have searched the whole property and found her, but due to circumstances they never did.  It must not ever happen again.  If you commit a crime against a child you give up your “personal space” rights FOREVER.  I don’t care about your “rights” because in my opinion you gave them up the moment you decided to hurt an innocent child.

We are broke as a country, but that is because way to many people that don’t need assistance are sucking on the governmental tit which makes me sick.  If you are able bodied, can think, and not locked up in a small room then you have the OBLIGATION to make something out of yourself.  You are not entitled to take from me because I have taken the time to learn how to care for myself.  If these leeches would get out of the way we could easily take care of Jaycee, her daughters, and others like them for life without question.

On another note it also made me think about how bad shit shapes us as human beings.  She even mentions in the book that she would not change things if somehow the opportunity was there to do so.  She loves her daughters and can’t imagine life without them.  These two children are also innocent victims in a very bad crime.

In this world we are so hell bent on making sure nothing bad happens but in reality many times it is bad things that make us who we are.  It is simply the truth so don’t twist my words around.  I’ve gone through my own trials and truth be told I wouldn’t change it either.  It has made me who I am. So with this thinking I ask you.  Who or what made you??

Was it a bully that picked on you??  Was it a girl that never talked to you??  Was your Daddy mean to you??  Did your mother not hug you enough??   Did someone tell you that it was impossible because you’re black??  Did they say you can’t because you have tits??  Maybe you’re too short??  Maybe you’re too tall.  I’m too Irish to be a porn star so yes we all have problems.

Sometimes accepting the fact that bad shit happened to you is the first step to learning how to kick some ass.  You can’t drag an anchor of anger around with you and hope to  rise above it all.  Yes some people still think that because you’re black that you are inferior.  I can’t change that, but YOU can change how you respond to it.  Hit the books, listen to the self help cd’s in the car, force yourself to become someone so awesome that those people are forced to admit that they are fucking stupid.

It all comes down to what you decide.  Are you going to let them be right or are you going to spend every waking moment making that person wrong.  So remember when you look back “who was it that made you who you are??”

Fknbucky