tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32655880.post2921754830150553230..comments2023-05-30T04:25:30.158-07:00Comments on Dead Daddy: Learning My LessonCyn Huddlestonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16698496590225633741noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32655880.post-13838841009750628702007-02-05T18:55:00.000-08:002007-02-05T18:55:00.000-08:00yes, indeed. i am delayed in reading this. but yes...yes, indeed. i am delayed in reading this. but yes, indeed.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32655880.post-47086947786470657082007-02-01T06:36:00.000-08:002007-02-01T06:36:00.000-08:00I experience the same thing. I just “know” someti...I experience the same thing. I just “know” sometimes. Once there was a little girl who lived near us in Germany. She was slightly mentally disabled and I just “knew”. I couldn’t see anything that would stand up in court. I even listened when I was near their house, trying to hear something. She and her younger brother went home to visit grandma and made an outcry which led to her horrible Cyn Huddlestonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16698496590225633741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32655880.post-64989033247424672702007-01-31T21:24:00.000-08:002007-01-31T21:24:00.000-08:00this is beautiful. sometimes i see little girls' e...this is beautiful. sometimes i see little girls' eyes and they look sad and i want to ask them if anyone is hurting them (which i really can't do in the middle of a public place, esp. when they are prob with the person who may be hurting them) i just always have my eye out now..even when i cannot do much about it. victims are sad, and quiet. i will keep looking. we need to teach others to watch Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com