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Among the misplaced items in our lives such as: Keys, important documents, and our luggage at the airport, the most tragic of all are the children, who find not only are they misplaced no one even cares enough to look for them. They have been created and the person or persons who created them have moved on--as though they don't exist. Each child is a human puzzle, consisting of the pieces of two human beings. The picture can never be clear to them until all the pieces are assembled. No matter how they try to piece their lives together, to make a perfect picture, they never know if they have it right, because they do not have the overall picture to compare to. They constantly wonder what was wrong with them that they were so easy to misplace. They never feel whole. There is an emptiness, and the insecurity of never really feeling they know who they are. They feel they don't belong. They wonder why they feel a certain way, why they act a certain way, who they really look like, are they normal? When asked to describe themselves on paper it becomes a difficult task to find the words. They may feel they are attractive, kind, intelligent, ANGRY, lonely, sad empty, ANGRY. It is really the ANGER that defines them. ANGER at another human being that could be so thoughtless they could misplace a child and never even look for it. How could the other part of them not find they had pieces of their puzzle missing too? How could the person that created them not feel an emptiness and loneliness such as the child is experiencing? How can they feel complete when the child feels so broken? If that parent knew that in the child's description of itself, its description is: Daughter of Nobody--Son of No One, would it touch his or her heart enough to begin a search for that misplaced child? WHAT A TRAGIC EPITAPH FOR A TOMBSTONE---- MISPLACED CHILD Born to someone, misplaced, and never looked for. |
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