“My kid ran up to me, wholly and heartbreakingly distraught. But I’m not mad at this other kid. Nor do I blame the child’s parents for their kid’s less than kind interaction with mine. I blame myself.”
- Love What Matters
- Children
“My kid ran up to me, wholly and heartbreakingly distraught. But I’m not mad at this other kid. Nor do I blame the child’s parents for their kid’s less than kind interaction with mine. I blame myself.”
“My daughter slipped one day. She told me this woman was in our apartment and slept in the bed with daddy. I knew this is what needed to happen. I had a broken home and they deserved a better life.”
“I was saved by a nurse who must have been a mom. I begged her to help me, and told her I have a three-day-old baby at home. She assured me she would get me to my baby.”
“I started the guessing game: Benzos? No. Acid? No. Mushrooms? No. Bath salts? No. I remember pausing and feeling a chill go through me. Heroin? Yes. ‘Daniel, are you telling me that Jeremy is using heroin?’ Yes.”
“I could not be more proud to hear him call me dad.”
“It’s not that you didn’t want to get off the couch, it’s that you couldn’t. Your mind was so sick it made you physically unable to function. It made you so tired the most simple tasks felt like climbing Mt. Everest.”
Li sketched out a map of his home village. He couldn’t remember his birth name, the names of his parents, or the name of his village, but he recalled the rivers, rice paddies, and roads that wound through the countryside.
“We walked out the store and I took a little glance at him. Next thing I know, I saw him running towards my mom.”
“It’s okay if being around your little ones drains you just as much as it makes you happy.”
“My strength is not what keeps me able to lift my boys, get up multiple times a night, or handle difficult medical situations. My strength is limited, and often my anxious mind depletes nearly all of it. I am not strong, but my faith is.”