There again the scratching starts once more. Continuously it goes unrelenting, never ceasing. Three nights since it has started and for those three nights it has not ceased. The first night I checked the door for the source of the noise to find nothing. No marks, no signs of anything being there but after ending my search and after returning to what I was doing, it would begin again. I check each time it starts, with each time finding nothing there. I try to look beneath the door during the scratching to see what it could be but unable to see anything or the scratching would cease once I started to look momentarily. I was thinking someone could be playing a joke on me so I check outside to see if anybody approach. Look through all the possible windows to hopefully spot someone approaching, only to spot no one. Several times I would stand at the door waiting for it to start, to be able to fling the door open to catch whatever could be there scratching. Every time I would fling the door open, I would find nothing there. Nothing. Nobody running away, no animal scurrying off. Nothing. Yet it would begin again and again. Continuing throughout the night, keeping me awake throughout the night.
The second night, more of the same. I tried to ignore it at first, just go to bed and put it out of my mind but to no avail. I would lie there focusing on the sound, focusing on it till I would continue to hear it even when it would stop. I try to block out the sound with cotton in my ears, my hands, pillows, anything that could work but nothing did, the sound would just continue and just get louder. It felt that it would get so loud that I could feel the sound as if something was lying on top of me scratching my skin. As if the claws were digging into my skin at times.
The third night as I was sitting reading in my chair, trying to relax before bed, the scratching started once more. It seemed more persistent, more determined to get in this night than the past two nights. It sounded that it was much larger than the other nights with louder, deeper scratching. I yelled at it to go away. Banged on the door to make it go away, for it to stop. It only persisted without relenting. Not even my yelling or banging brought me any reprieve, I was forced to endure. What could it be that would persist as such? I began to ponder. Only a beast from Hell I surmised, trying to drive me to madness so it could then enter to drag me back to the Hell from which it came.
I began to imagine Hell. The demons with their horns, forked tongues and sharp teeth, all ready to torment any soul for the rest of eternity. The fire and brimstone burning with an unimaginable heat that the flesh would catch afire but not be consumed by it. There would be no reprieve from the flame, it would continue to burn with a thousand suns. Hearing the weeps and wails from all the other tortured souls that would be there filling my head with their pain laden cries. The demons evil laughter and joyous cackles with the pain they unleash upon all the souls, helping to add to the cacophony of pain and sorrow from the tormented.
I began to weep as I imagine this horror.
I yell at the door, kick at it to scare away the Hell hound that is there. It does not work. I grab my Bible and begin to pray, evoking the Lord Jesus, the Holy Spirit, Angels and all manners of Saints to bring me salvation from this monster that besieges me, yet it continues. I retreat back to the farthest corner away from the door that I can. I pull myself in as tight as I can, covering my ears to block out as much of that wretched noise that I possibly can. The tears stream from my face from the desperation that I feel. Once more I plead for it to end.
I awaken lying on my floor, light streaming from the windows emanating from the morning sun. The scratching has ceased now that day has broken. I am safe for now. What about tonight? Will it come back again? Will it succeed with its mission tonight?
I cannot endure another night of this.
Someone please help me.
I plead for rescue from this.
Please.
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Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
Adoption
Read this first before settling in for this new adventure.
Adopted Child Terrorizes Family
Ready? Good.
A 33-year-old woman decides she wants to start a family so she finds a child to adopt in Russia and hilarity ensues. Well not so much on the hilarity part, but it seems that from the article the woman had a case of Angelina Jolie Syndrome. This is caused by normal individuals thinking they can make a difference in the lives of some poor down trodden child in some poor backwater dirt country but are unprepared to handle the possibility or responsibility of having to put forth the actual human effort to make this child a self-sufficient productive member of society.
Now I’m not going to get into adopting outside of the USA at this point; that would be too easy.
They see the pictures on the TV, in the magazines and in the paper showing these children with Angelina being happy; they then think that they can do that as well. Which is all fine and great but a realization must be made; that is, that most celebrities such as Ms. Jolie can afford the cost of supporting, adopting and caring for a child from another country. Whereas, most of the regular people in the States cannot, we do not have those resources to be able to put forth towards such a noble cause such as this. Either it is money, time, strength or knowledge of how to raise a child; it just isn’t feasible for many of us to commit to such an endeavor.
The problem with this particular story is that there is no mention of another person in the adopters life, either it be a husband, boyfriend or girlfriend, just her mother and aunt. Since the living situation was not mentioned in the article; I can only speculate on this portion, I imagine that Torry Hansen lived by herself and wanted a family. Just seems that she had Angelina Jolie Syndrome and was going to save some poor child from another land as a single mother; with only the support of her mother and aunt to help her along.
Now, I was raised by a single mother, it was not all peaches and cream either. There were difficulties along the way, we were poor, but we also lived with my grandparents up to when I started high school. Living with the grandparents plus an aunt; not to mention any other aunt or uncle that may have been there throughout that time frame, didn’t mean there was money to be had or a lot of extras. We were all poor and my mother had help with discipline, teaching along with my rearing from those individuals throughout that time. Torry Hansen had help by way of her mother and aunt, but that doesn’t mean they were pro-active disciplinarians; especially since the article mentioned that they ‘thought that with their love, they could help him.’ Which sounds to me that they tried more hippy means of child rearing; such as timeouts, talking to and groundings or restrictions, instead of time honored whipping some ass that has been used for centuries all over the world with astounding positive results.
Now I am not sure why a Russian child was chosen; as there are many children in the USA that are in need of loving homes. The choice of a Russian child would have been a major hurdle as well toward helping him during this time. At the age of 7, he would already be talking in his native tongue of Russian, be aware of his own customs that would all been turned upside down after being brought to America. Unless Torry Hansen spoke Russian natively or well enough to be able to communicate, it would be a major blockage to helping the child to become accustomed to his new home. I hope she took all of this into consideration before going through with the adoption; though it seems it was not.
Why wasn’t an American child chosen? Would it have been issues or protocol with the adoption process in America that would have made things more difficult that going through a foreign agency? Adopting an American child that is aware of the language, culture and customs of America would have made things much easier as well. That barrier would not have been nearly as present with an American child as it would be with some other child from any other country on this planet, Russia or otherwise, especially a non-English speaking country.
One of the many mistakes that seemed to have been made was only consulting with psychologists and not actually taking the child to one for help. This is not a guarantee that it would have been the solution, but it was an avenue that was not taken and therefore cannot be speculated upon if it would have worked out for the best. Since it was not tried, there is no way of telling what may or may not have happened.
If you cannot put forth the time, money, energy and resources to adopt a child from another country…don’t do it. If you absolutely must fill that empty space in your life with something, get a pet; if you must fill it with a child, adopt one that needs your help in your native country or the country you currently live in. Live in America, adopt an American child; Canadian, adopt a Canadian child; live in Japan, adopt a Japanese child; etc., etc., and etc.
Adopted Child Terrorizes Family
Ready? Good.
A 33-year-old woman decides she wants to start a family so she finds a child to adopt in Russia and hilarity ensues. Well not so much on the hilarity part, but it seems that from the article the woman had a case of Angelina Jolie Syndrome. This is caused by normal individuals thinking they can make a difference in the lives of some poor down trodden child in some poor backwater dirt country but are unprepared to handle the possibility or responsibility of having to put forth the actual human effort to make this child a self-sufficient productive member of society.
Now I’m not going to get into adopting outside of the USA at this point; that would be too easy.
They see the pictures on the TV, in the magazines and in the paper showing these children with Angelina being happy; they then think that they can do that as well. Which is all fine and great but a realization must be made; that is, that most celebrities such as Ms. Jolie can afford the cost of supporting, adopting and caring for a child from another country. Whereas, most of the regular people in the States cannot, we do not have those resources to be able to put forth towards such a noble cause such as this. Either it is money, time, strength or knowledge of how to raise a child; it just isn’t feasible for many of us to commit to such an endeavor.
The problem with this particular story is that there is no mention of another person in the adopters life, either it be a husband, boyfriend or girlfriend, just her mother and aunt. Since the living situation was not mentioned in the article; I can only speculate on this portion, I imagine that Torry Hansen lived by herself and wanted a family. Just seems that she had Angelina Jolie Syndrome and was going to save some poor child from another land as a single mother; with only the support of her mother and aunt to help her along.
Now, I was raised by a single mother, it was not all peaches and cream either. There were difficulties along the way, we were poor, but we also lived with my grandparents up to when I started high school. Living with the grandparents plus an aunt; not to mention any other aunt or uncle that may have been there throughout that time frame, didn’t mean there was money to be had or a lot of extras. We were all poor and my mother had help with discipline, teaching along with my rearing from those individuals throughout that time. Torry Hansen had help by way of her mother and aunt, but that doesn’t mean they were pro-active disciplinarians; especially since the article mentioned that they ‘thought that with their love, they could help him.’ Which sounds to me that they tried more hippy means of child rearing; such as timeouts, talking to and groundings or restrictions, instead of time honored whipping some ass that has been used for centuries all over the world with astounding positive results.
Now I am not sure why a Russian child was chosen; as there are many children in the USA that are in need of loving homes. The choice of a Russian child would have been a major hurdle as well toward helping him during this time. At the age of 7, he would already be talking in his native tongue of Russian, be aware of his own customs that would all been turned upside down after being brought to America. Unless Torry Hansen spoke Russian natively or well enough to be able to communicate, it would be a major blockage to helping the child to become accustomed to his new home. I hope she took all of this into consideration before going through with the adoption; though it seems it was not.
Why wasn’t an American child chosen? Would it have been issues or protocol with the adoption process in America that would have made things more difficult that going through a foreign agency? Adopting an American child that is aware of the language, culture and customs of America would have made things much easier as well. That barrier would not have been nearly as present with an American child as it would be with some other child from any other country on this planet, Russia or otherwise, especially a non-English speaking country.
One of the many mistakes that seemed to have been made was only consulting with psychologists and not actually taking the child to one for help. This is not a guarantee that it would have been the solution, but it was an avenue that was not taken and therefore cannot be speculated upon if it would have worked out for the best. Since it was not tried, there is no way of telling what may or may not have happened.
If you cannot put forth the time, money, energy and resources to adopt a child from another country…don’t do it. If you absolutely must fill that empty space in your life with something, get a pet; if you must fill it with a child, adopt one that needs your help in your native country or the country you currently live in. Live in America, adopt an American child; Canadian, adopt a Canadian child; live in Japan, adopt a Japanese child; etc., etc., and etc.
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