what is wrong with some people?!?

[twaddler (imported)]

PLANT CITY — The family had lived in the rundown rental house for almost three years when someone first saw a child's face in the window.

A little girl, pale, with dark eyes, lifted a dirty blanket above the broken glass and peered out, one neighbor remembered.

Everyone knew a woman lived in the house with her boyfriend and two adult sons. But they had never seen a child there, had never noticed anyone playing in the overgrown yard.

The girl looked young, 5 or 6, and thin. Too thin. Her cheeks seemed sunken; her eyes were lost.

The child stared into the square of sunlight, then slipped away.

Months went by. The face never reappeared.

Just before noon on July 13, 2005, a Plant City police car pulled up outside that shattered window. Two officers went into the house — and one stumbled back out.

Clutching his stomach, the rookie retched in the weeds.

Plant City Detective Mark Holste had been on the force for 18 years when he and his young partner were sent to the house on Old Sydney Road to stand by during a child abuse investigation. Someone had finally called the police.

They found a car parked outside. The driver's door was open and a woman was slumped over in her seat, sobbing. She was an investigator for the Florida Department of Children and Families.

"Unbelievable," she told Holste. "The worst I've ever seen."

The police officers walked through the front door, into a cramped living room.

"I've been in rooms with bodies rotting there for a week and it never stunk that bad," Holste said later. "There's just no way to describe it. Urine and feces — dog, cat and human excrement — smeared on the walls, mashed into the carpet. Everything dank and rotting."

Tattered curtains, yellow with cigarette smoke, dangling from bent metal rods. Cardboard and old comforters stuffed into broken, grimy windows. Trash blanketing the stained couch, the sticky counters.

The floor, walls, even the ceiling seemed to sway beneath legions of scuttling roaches.

"It sounded like you were walking on eggshells. You couldn't take a step without crunching German cockroaches," the detective said. "They were in the lights, in the furniture. Even inside the freezer. The freezer!"

While Holste looked around, a stout woman in a faded housecoat demanded to know what was going on. Yes, she lived there. Yes, those were her two sons in the living room. Her daughter? Well, yes, she had a daughter . . .

The detective strode past her, down a narrow hall. He turned the handle on a door, which opened into a space the size of a walk-in closet. He squinted in the dark.

At his feet, something stirred.

Click here for rest of the story -- long and sad. (http://www.tampabay.com/features/humani ... 750838.ece)

[snakecharmer (imported)]

That is absolutely heartbreaking! Mothers like that should be sterilized...she had her chance and screwed up royally!

Blessed are those that seek to make a change, open their hearts to those that are in need despite the long odds. The little accomplishments the adoptive parents see must seem like godsend miracles! May the girl prosper and come into love!

[twaddler (imported)]

"

The little accomplishments the adoptive parents see must seem like godsend miracles!

"

Yeah. Her new family appears to be quite nice and her new brother seems like a real sweetie.

[dancinggizmos (imported)]

PLANT CITY — The family had lived in the rundown rental house for almost three years when someone first saw a child's face in the window.

A little girl, pale, with dark eyes, lifted a dirty blanket above the broken glass and peered out, one neighbor remembered.

Everyone knew a woman lived in the house with her boyfriend and two adult sons. But they had never seen a child there, had never noticed anyone playing in the overgrown yard.

The girl looked young, 5 or 6, and thin. Too thin. Her cheeks seemed sunken; her eyes were lost.

The child stared into the square of sunlight, then slipped away.

Months went by. The face never reappeared.

Just before noon on July 13, 2005, a Plant City police car pulled up outside that shattered window. Two officers went into the house — and one stumbled back out.

Clutching his stomach, the rookie retched in the weeds.

Plant City Detective Mark Holste had been on the force for 18 years when he and his young partner were sent to the house on Old Sydney Road to stand by during a child abuse investigation. Someone had finally called the police.

They found a car parked outside. The driver's door was open and a woman was slumped over in her seat, sobbing. She was an investigator for the Florida Department of Children and Families.

"Unbelievable," she told Holste. "The worst I've ever seen."

The police officers walked through the front door, into a cramped living room.

"I've been in rooms with bodies rotting there for a week and it never stunk that bad," Holste said later. "There's just no way to describe it. Urine and feces — dog, cat and human excrement — smeared on the walls, mashed into the carpet. Everything dank and rotting."

Tattered curtains, yellow with cigarette smoke, dangling from bent metal rods. Cardboard and old comforters stuffed into broken, grimy windows. Trash blanketing the stained couch, the sticky counters.

The floor, walls, even the ceiling seemed to sway beneath legions of scuttling roaches.

"It sounded like you were walking on eggshells. You couldn't take a step without crunching German cockroaches," the detective said. "They were in the lights, in the furniture. Even inside the freezer. The freezer!"

While Holste looked around, a stout woman in a faded housecoat demanded to know what was going on. Yes, she lived there. Yes, those were her two sons in the living room. Her daughter? Well, yes, she had a daughter . . .

The detective strode past her, down a narrow hall. He turned the handle on a door, which opened into a space the size of a walk-in closet. He squinted in the dark.

At his feet, something stirred.

Click here for rest of the story -- long and sad. (http://www.tampabay.com/features/humani ... 750838.ece)

Yes!

This is quite a very sad story!

What things happen this day and age.

I really feel for this child, makes you sad that a child has to go through so much, being a child that had gone through so much myself I know how it is, so I really feel for such children.

Mabye I can save or help a child by adopting a child in the future.

I would definatley do what I could to help such a child in need such as this.

Adults with children just get tied up in too many things these days.

[cannonball3a (imported)]

We have those parents here in Germany too. You can read those stories about neglected kids almost daily in our pressmedia. As always, the authorities don´t know nothing, but claims to have done their utmost duty.

BTW, what bothers me on this site: there are lots of threads, which gloryfies child abuse. We all have our phantasies and want to have fun, but there must be some limits, your administrators have to watch.

Wolf

[Blaise (imported)]

I don't read the stories (at least not often). That part of the forum is not central for me. Howeve, it is vital to the forum. I would not want anymore censorship than the censor finds necessary. I mean if I wrote about my fantasies when I was five or six- years-old, some idiot would charge me with child abuse, but I was the child having those fantasies! Actually. the fantasies are probably even older--maybe, at least, at four.

[mrt (imported)]

So many kids need homes that are clean, the parents sane and sober and give a crap about them. Cloths that are clean. Is this too much to ask?

[A-1 (imported)]

That is absolutely heartbreaking! Mothers like that should be sterilized...

Yeah, a '38 round to the brain stem should do it...

[JustPlainCurious (imported)]

After reading over this atrocity, I just had to comment that the mother should be nominated for "world's greatest wack job witch of a mother" :realpisse & her daughter seems to have the potential to do almost anything she wants to do in her hopefully long life, especially with the love of her truly awesome new family .

[Paolo]

We have those parents here in Germany too. You can read those stories about neglected kids almost daily in our pressmedia. As always, the authorities don´t know nothing, but claims to have done their utmost duty.

BTW, what bothers me on this site: there are lots of threads, which glorifies child abuse. We all have our phantasies and want to have fun, but there must be some limits, your administrators have to watch.

Wolf

You have no idea what I've seen posted in the tank for holding stories. You have no idea what I've seen in real life in my line of work before the advent of digital. (In some ways, I thank Christ that that part of my job is over for good!) And you have no idea what I've been involved in because of Internet contacts gone bad in the past. Thankfully, thank whichever Deity you prefer, I have had many contacts in the legal arenas to aid me in my sufferings while "doing a duty."

Yes, there are MANY stories on EA that deal with child abuse.

Yes, there are many readers here who were abused as children.

Yes, there are many writers here who were abused as children.

Like it or not, what we endure as children stays with us for life, even despite injuries that may cloud or erase other memories of that time - a time that should have been carefree and filled with security and love.

And as Moderators of this forum, we do watch - and we do take action. Not often for the action, which is a blessing in itself.

There's a fine line in how one must react to things that come into the tank, or sometimes surface on the Boards.

We view the Story Archive as therapeutic, and I can attest that it has been just that for me.

In fact, this was brought up at the EA MOM a few days ago, regarding something that appeared in the tank recently, and reflecting upon something that appeared there long ago.

The quote, "YOU BROKE PAOLO!" comes readily to mind.

And that night, I was "broke".

In fact, I was nearly hysterical.

Since then, I often lay awake at night wondering just how much of the FICTION that is submitted here is based in encounters in real life. How many of the authors have lived what they write? How many are still living with such?

I can never know.

But keep in mind, if I think for one moment that an actual person - and God f*cking forbid - a child - is in danger of being harmed, I do take action.

I have taken action.

And there is NOTHING more frustrating and soul-shattering than to KNOW that something is wrong, and that there is really nothing that you can do about it but wait - while someone else suffers.

Yes, there are limits at EA.

Be warned.