The Sunday Whirl: Story of Horror

Brenda hosts The Sunday Whirl:

leaping halo twig serene face killing sighs page quiver numb voice mind

With a halo on her head and a voice inside her mind
The face of evil shot back numbing words she couldn’t find
The quiver of her lips replace serene thoughts and calmness
Like twigs that scratch on window sills, it is no warm caress
She turned the page with a long sigh to see what else it’d bring
But nothing could prepare her for deplorable killing
Leaping to her feet and throwing pages to the floor
She knew that was a vile world she would visit nevermore.

©2023 CBialczak

I Love Women

This definitely deserves a reblog!

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Respond to this Friday Faithfuls challenge by writing about how much you appreciate all the accomplishments that women have made to advance society, or you could discuss why you think women were held back for so long by men, or go with anything else that you think fits.  March 8th is International Women’s Day and this expanded to become National Women’s History Week and it eventually developed into Women’s History Month, so March is the time to thank all of the women for the contributions that they made which went unnoticed.  The number of men and women in the world is roughly equal, though men hold a slight lead with 102 men for 100 women (in 2020).  Women are the most valuable items on Earth, so we need to treat them well and care for them, and there is a good chance that they will return their love.  Human societies weren’t…

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WordPress Question of the Day

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

Besides kids and marriage, births and deaths, I have to say the experience that helped me grow the most was my first teaching job. When I was applying for teaching jobs I was working as a teacher’s aide. I had already gotten my teaching certificate but had gotten pregnant with my daughter right at the end of the coursework. I was a stay at home mom for my daughter and my son, working nights and weekends when my husband was home. It never seemed practical nor lucrative to go to work and have the kids in daycare.

I had been putting out one resume after another and honestly getting no responses. Then I was asked to come in for an interview. I couldn’t remember what job it was or what school but I was soon to find out. I was hired immediately following my interview and sent off to get fingerprints and TB tests. What I was about to find out was that this was not an ordinary school.

The school was called a Clinical Day Treatment Program for socially/emotionally disturbed children. To sum it up in the easiest way it was a school for all the kids that got kicked out of all the public schools they were sent to because they were too violent and disruptive to be handled by public school employees. These kids were primarily from poverty, from mixed families, and from abuse situations. Not all were like that, but most were. I had to learn how to safely restrain a person, to keep myself and others safe. I had to learn how to try and teach a student who was so behind that every hint of instruction caused infuriated frustration leading to meltdowns, room destroying, bodily functions being let loose…You name it, we saw it.

Anyhow, I learned from these kids that they just needed someone to understand that their lives were pretty much f—-ed up, and being kicked out of one school after another did nothing for family ties. The entire families were frustrated, angry, tired, sad, disappointed, everything! They needed someone who was not going to give up on them even when they were being punched, bitten, spit on, stabbed with pencils, and all the other behaviors they had. I had the patience. Not much of it bothered me. Every day was a new day. Every mistake was a chance to learn. Every child could learn something in some way.

So, that’s the long version. People don’t hear about these kids and these schools by the time they get there. By the time they came to us the others involved were only relieved to see them go. I miss those kids and miss that job. But, I did learn a lot about patience, humility, trust, and love.