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Born Into Blindness
by David A Johnson ![]() Welcome to the world child you most precious little things, so innocent and vulnerable you little perfect human beings. I wish I could tell you you've entered a beautiful place, but I'd be telling you a lie and I'd rather you know what you face. If your lucky you're born to parents who've made a place for your arrival, and you're very fortunate to have them and to get a leg up on your survival. For far to many are born to parents who give to little thought of their young, and many have child after child with little regard of what they've done. I'm not saying that they don't love them although such heathens do exist, only that they are not fully prepared to foster such a very precious gift. I guess like all other living creatures it's our very nature to reproduce, but we unlike the lesser creatures can regard the life that we produce. I can speak from my experience as a dad who wasn't ready, that to bring a child to life to early is irresponsible and maybe deadly. Though I love my children dearly I wish I'd not brought them here, for this world is fast becoming a place only a fool wouldn't fear. While politicians argue politics and the religious their faith, women continue to add children as men try to love their mates. So take heed little children for your flesh begets flesh, and those little ones you'll love will make you worry until death.
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