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This woman has turned her experience into a driving force for her life. She has made something good come from her own harrowing experience. If you are a survivor of DV or rape, I encourage you strongly to get counseling early on.
Putting things off only prolongs the pain and cause worse problems down the line, trust me, I know! May this woman's strength and courage give your some hope for your own situation.
Excerpt from Article:
Vershire, Vermont (CNN) -- Armed with a law degree, an SUV that serves as a mobile office and her own harrowing personal history, 58-year-old trucker-turned-lawyer Wynona Ward navigates the back roads of rural Vermont.
Her mission: to aid victims of domestic violence.
Ward is the founder of Have Justice Will Travel, a group that works to end the generational cycle of abuse by giving free legal representation and support services to isolated -- and often desperate -- low-income people and their children.
"For domestic violence victims in rural areas, it can be very devastating," Ward said. "They're out there on these back roads, with no access to in-town services. Many do not have telephones; some do not have a driver's license or automobile. So we go to them."
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Raped Bangledesh survivor Lashed 101 times, rapist Pardoned
The village elders pardoned her rapist.
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next time someone wants to claim that womens rights have all been won in the world needs to rethink what many women and girls still must tolerate. The fear and the shame one lives in because of the misogynistic communities they live in is despicable. I am so angry to have found this story today. Outrageous.
Human rights groups in her country are trying to help her at this time.
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Statistics
•Every 2 minutes, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted.
•1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime.
•15% of sexual assault and rape victims are under age 12.
•60% of rapes/sexual assaults are not reported to the police.
Get Involved
Learn more about what you can do to help prevent sexual assaults at rainn.org
National Sexual Assault Hotline
1.800.656.HOPE
Free. Confidential. 24/7.
National Sexual Assault Online Hotline
rainn.org
Free. Anonymous. 24/7.
Statistics
•Every 2 minutes, someone in the U.S. is sexually assaulted.
•1 out of every 6 American women has been the victim of an attempted or completed rape in her lifetime.
•15% of sexual assault and rape victims are under age 12.
•60% of rapes/sexual assaults are not reported to the police.
Get Involved
Learn more about what you can do to help prevent sexual assaults at rainn.org
National Sexual Assault Hotline
1.800.656.HOPE
Free. Confidential. 24/7.
National Sexual Assault Online Hotline
rainn.org
Free. Anonymous. 24/7.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
whew... that was close
I suppose a couple of people were wondering where I went. I would love to tell you about my trip to Rio, but I will have to settle to tell you relying upon computers for one's livelihood, entertainment, bill paying and communication SUCKS. I have been sans computer for quite awhile now and I was going through major withdrawl.
so I shall soon be posting new creations in my studios, new supplies in the destashes and doing new posts again on here. Please be patient as I have lots to juggle right now.. as if I know you are all waiting to hear my blathering on about the issues I find so fascinating or necessary.
thanks!!
so I shall soon be posting new creations in my studios, new supplies in the destashes and doing new posts again on here. Please be patient as I have lots to juggle right now.. as if I know you are all waiting to hear my blathering on about the issues I find so fascinating or necessary.
thanks!!
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Baltimore Police Officer rapes wife at Gunfight
A Baltimore police officer has been suspended from the force after his arrest on charges that he raped his wife at gunpoint during an argument over her marital infidelity, according to court charging documents.
The 37-year-old officer, an Iraq war veteran, is charged with felonies that include rape, assault and using a handgun in the commission of a violent crime. The officer, whom The Baltimore Sun is not naming to shield the woman's identity, is being held at the Baltimore City Detention Center on $500,000 bail.
( click the above title to continue reading article)
The 37-year-old officer, an Iraq war veteran, is charged with felonies that include rape, assault and using a handgun in the commission of a violent crime. The officer, whom The Baltimore Sun is not naming to shield the woman's identity, is being held at the Baltimore City Detention Center on $500,000 bail.
( click the above title to continue reading article)
DV affects More than Just the Perps and their Victims
excerpt:
By JOE MANDAK, Associated Press Writer Joe Mandak, Associated Press Writer – Wed Jan 13, 10:53 pm ET
CRANBERRY, Pa. – Pennsylvania state police believe a man fatally ambushed a state trooper responding to a domestic dispute, and also killed his wife before turning the gun on himself, investigators said Wednesday.
Lt. Col. Lenny Bandy said a man police couldn't see yelled from a window as two troopers responded to a dispute at the home of Michael J. Smith, 44, shortly after 11:30 a.m. Wednesday.
When the troopers yelled back for the man to present himself, a man they believe is Smith instead fired one shot, striking Trooper Paul G. Richey as he attempted to enter a side door, according to Bandy.
"Trooper Richey did not have a chance to defend himself," Bandy said at a news conference Wednesday night. "He was ambushed."
Click above title for more info....
By JOE MANDAK, Associated Press Writer Joe Mandak, Associated Press Writer – Wed Jan 13, 10:53 pm ET
CRANBERRY, Pa. – Pennsylvania state police believe a man fatally ambushed a state trooper responding to a domestic dispute, and also killed his wife before turning the gun on himself, investigators said Wednesday.
Lt. Col. Lenny Bandy said a man police couldn't see yelled from a window as two troopers responded to a dispute at the home of Michael J. Smith, 44, shortly after 11:30 a.m. Wednesday.
When the troopers yelled back for the man to present himself, a man they believe is Smith instead fired one shot, striking Trooper Paul G. Richey as he attempted to enter a side door, according to Bandy.
"Trooper Richey did not have a chance to defend himself," Bandy said at a news conference Wednesday night. "He was ambushed."
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Taco Bueno
From my friend Dana...
$5.37. That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bueno said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and
something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to
grab some change when the kid with the Emo hairdo said the harshest thing anyone has ever said to me. He said, "It's OK. I'll just give
you the senior citizen discount."
I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. "Only $4.68" he said
cheerfully. I stood there stupefied. I am 48, not even 50 yet?" A mere child! Senior citizen?
I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Emo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began
to boil. Old? Me?
I'll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.
Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now?
A toddler?
"Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind.
"Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!"
I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried
another. Still nothing. That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my
rearview mirror.
Then, a few other objects came into focus. The car seat in the back seat.Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten
doughnut on the dashboard.
Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle.
Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.
That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found.
I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time. There Emo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, "What is the world coming to?" All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here?"
At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security
benefits.
Emo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in
my truck by mistake." I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.
She offered these kind words: "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time."
All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.. And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast.
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly
sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blanky.
The good news was I had successfully found my way home.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- READ BELOW !
Just in case you weren't feeling too old today.
The people who are starting college this fall were born in 1991.
They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.
Their lifetime has always included AIDS.
The CD was introduced two years before they were born.
They have always had an answering machine.
They have always had cable.
Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.
Popcorn has always been microwaved.
They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.
They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.
They never heard: 'Where's the Beef?', 'I'd walk a mile for a Camel',
or 'de plane Boss, de plane'.
McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.
They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.
Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list.
Notice the larger type? That's for those of us who have trouble reading.
$5.37. That's what the kid behind the counter at Taco Bueno said to me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out some lint and two dimes and
something that used to be a Jolly Rancher. Having already handed the kid a five-spot, I started to head back out to the truck to
grab some change when the kid with the Emo hairdo said the harshest thing anyone has ever said to me. He said, "It's OK. I'll just give
you the senior citizen discount."
I turned to see who he was talking to and then heard the sound of change hitting the counter in front of me. "Only $4.68" he said
cheerfully. I stood there stupefied. I am 48, not even 50 yet?" A mere child! Senior citizen?
I took my burrito and walked out to the truck wondering what was wrong with Emo. Was he blind? As I sat in the truck, my blood began
to boil. Old? Me?
I'll show him, I thought. I opened the door and headed back inside. I strode to the counter, and there he was waiting with a smile.
Before I could say a word, he held up something and jingled it in front of me, like I could be that easily distracted! What am I now?
A toddler?
"Dude! Can't get too far without your car keys, eh?" I stared with utter disdain at the keys. I began to rationalize in my mind.
"Leaving keys behind hardly makes a man elderly! It could happen to anyone!"
I turned and headed back to the truck. I slipped the key into the ignition, but it wouldn't turn. What now? I checked my keys and tried
another. Still nothing. That's when I noticed the purple beads hanging from my rearview mirror. I had no purple beads hanging from my
rearview mirror.
Then, a few other objects came into focus. The car seat in the back seat.Happy Meal toys spread all over the floorboard. A partially eaten
doughnut on the dashboard.
Faster than you can say ginkgo biloba, I flew out of the alien vehicle.
Moments later I was speeding out of the parking lot, relieved to finally be leaving this nightmarish stop in my life.
That is when I felt it, deep in the bowels of my stomach: hunger! My stomach growled and churned, and I reached to grab my burrito, only it was nowhere to be found.
I swung the truck around, gathered my courage, and strode back into the restaurant one final time. There Emo stood, draped in youth and black nail polish. All I could think was, "What is the world coming to?" All I could say was, "Did I leave my food and drink in here?"
At this point I was ready to ask a Boy Scout to help me back to my vehicle, and then go straight home and apply for Social Security
benefits.
Emo had no clue. I walked back out to the truck, and suddenly a young lad came up and tugged on my jeans to get my attention. He was holding up a drink and a bag. His mother explained, "I think you left this in
my truck by mistake." I took the food and drink from the little boy and sheepishly apologized.
She offered these kind words: "It's OK. My grandfather does stuff like this all the time."
All of this is to explain how I got a ticket doing 85 in a 40. Yes, I was racing some punk kid in a Toyota Prius.. And no, I told the officer, I'm not too old to be driving this fast.
As I walked in the front door, my wife met me halfway down the hall. I handed her a bag of cold food and a $300 speeding ticket. I promptly
sat in my rocking chair and covered up my legs with a blanky.
The good news was I had successfully found my way home.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- READ BELOW !
Just in case you weren't feeling too old today.
The people who are starting college this fall were born in 1991.
They are too young to remember the space shuttle blowing up.
Their lifetime has always included AIDS.
The CD was introduced two years before they were born.
They have always had an answering machine.
They have always had cable.
Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.
Popcorn has always been microwaved.
They never took a swim and thought about Jaws.
They don't know who Mork was or where he was from.
They never heard: 'Where's the Beef?', 'I'd walk a mile for a Camel',
or 'de plane Boss, de plane'.
McDonald's never came in Styrofoam containers.
They don't have a clue how to use a typewriter.
Pass this on to the other old fogies on your list.
Notice the larger type? That's for those of us who have trouble reading.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Friendships
I just read a really sad bit of info on someone's blog comments. I am really disappointed to find that I am such a hated person by some folks. I was really surprised at the vitriol that was espoused by a few folks towards me, my faith and my beliefs. One was a supposed friend who took info I had told her privately and blabbed it to someone else. I guess I am surprised because I consider friendship as a gift and something to be treasured. I also have wracked my brain trying to figure out why I would have stirred such ire. I also have sent a letter months ago trying to make amends to someone for some wrong that she must have felt I did, although I dont know what it is....
All I can do is clean my side of the street.
I was recently described as a "hysterical bitch" by someone. I guess I am if that is how others see it. I do tend to be overly dramatic and very high strung due to some of the trauma shite I deal with... so it aint like it is a big secret heheh. Just ask my family or fiance or close friends. On the other hand, I care about others and do a lot of volunteer work with people because I have been blessed with a new life and I want to give back what was given to me. We dont know how long we have and this isnt a dress rehearsal. I prefer to make my time count; to do the right things as best I can, as God leads me.
So for those of you who think I m a bully or a hysterical bitch or whatever, sorry you feel that way. I do not want to receive anymore letters spewing venom; hatred is disgusting and I do not choose to participate in your silliness. I hope you can find some peace and find a new hobby. Arent you doing the same with your accusations about me and others?
I know I will have to reconsider my priorities and boundaries, I thank you mean folks for helping me see the truth about our "friendships".
All I can do is clean my side of the street.
I was recently described as a "hysterical bitch" by someone. I guess I am if that is how others see it. I do tend to be overly dramatic and very high strung due to some of the trauma shite I deal with... so it aint like it is a big secret heheh. Just ask my family or fiance or close friends. On the other hand, I care about others and do a lot of volunteer work with people because I have been blessed with a new life and I want to give back what was given to me. We dont know how long we have and this isnt a dress rehearsal. I prefer to make my time count; to do the right things as best I can, as God leads me.
So for those of you who think I m a bully or a hysterical bitch or whatever, sorry you feel that way. I do not want to receive anymore letters spewing venom; hatred is disgusting and I do not choose to participate in your silliness. I hope you can find some peace and find a new hobby. Arent you doing the same with your accusations about me and others?
I know I will have to reconsider my priorities and boundaries, I thank you mean folks for helping me see the truth about our "friendships".
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