Why I eat .......Part 11 (Horrid. Just horrid.)

Today something happened, a man beat his "girlfriend" and his baby. Out of the two, its only the baby I care about. When I briefly held her in my arms I felt her fear and pain. Those unfit nutcases of parents don't deserve her. That sweet gift given to them by god. I want to cry for that baby. This toxic environment she didn't choose to be in. My mom took her from the shouting death match that when on upstairs. The father said "The baby is on the floor." I could hear her screaming and crying. Why was the baby on the floor? Was he some sick fuck trying to hurt her? Trying to touch her in ways he shouldn't? And that baby's mother,, will she be a dumb fuck and take that asshole of a father back into her life. Still I am only caring about that baby. I was reluctant to give her to her mother. Will she take the baby to the doctor like she should? Will she make sure her baby is okay? or will she ignore it and worry about how to get that scum of a man back? I feel horrid like I didn't do enough, I keep praying but I want to do more. That innocent helpless beautiful baby girl. Just thinking about her in danger makes me cry.

This world can be such a horrid crule place and thats because PEOPLE make it that way. With their sick ass minds and there evil and hurtful ways. Sometimes I wonder how I deal day to day with that knowledge, I don't. I read, I write, I hide from it all.

Fact 3:I want to help people, help the world, I don't know how but I do. I want to save someone's life.

Did my mother save that baby's life? I would say yes, only god knows what would happened if my mother didn't have the balls to go upstairs. This is why I love and admire her, no one in the world is a greater more selfless person in the world that is why she is my hero. Would I have done that same? I like to think so but either way I am still worried about that sweet baby girl.


{shock, yeah thats what I feel}