Uncle Roger's Notebooks of Daily Life |
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Introduction My life is, to me, ripe with frequent challenges, occasional successes, spontaneous laughter, adequate tears, and enough *life* to last me a lifetime. To you, however, it surely seems most pedestrian. And therefore, I recycle the name I used previously and call this my Notebooks of Daily Life. Daily, because it's everyday in nature, ordinary. These conglomeration of events that are my life are of interest to me because I live it, perhaps mildly so to those who are touched by it, and could only be of perverse, morbid curiosity to anyone else. Yet, I offer them here nonetheless. Make of them what you will, and perhaps you can learn from my mistakes. Sinasohn.Net
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Thursday, July 21, 2005 I was reading Red Harvest, a journal usually way over my head, when I came across an entry that caught my eye. The author linked to a story on another site and said that reading it made him want to hug his son. Well, that's right up my alley, seeing as how I have a son. Unfortunately, the story was so disturbing that I became physically ill and nearly threw up. Further, it conjured up an image that has been stuck in my head since. It was so distressing that I didn't tell Rachel the details, even though she can handle such things far better than I. (She's read all of Dave Pelzer's books, as well as plenty others.) I don't know how anyone could do that to another human being, let alone a father to his son. I do know that, had I come upon such a situation, I would have simply killed the father and held the boy in my arms for a week.
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