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August 10, 2004


Methinks me readers lost their marbles after me last post... A saint they be callin' me, maties!

Actually, I thank you guys for your kind words. Understand, of course, I am far from sainthood!

I am actually very discriminate with my compassion.

Notice I reserve very little of said commodity for worthless adults and the idiot adults who enable their worthlessness with their idiocy.

But the children are different. They have no control over what household they are born into. Despite that, if they choose to become worthless as adults, I hold them accountable for that failure.

See? I'm no coddler.

But I foster children for many reasons. Here are some that I can come up with off the top of my head:

1) Regretfully, character is something I didn't appreciate (in its entirety) until I was an adult. If I can infuse some of this valuable commodity into a few younger models, maybe I can prevent future worthlessness to some degree.

2) Although I'm always in favor of private funding over state, this system could actually be worse. If there were county homes (similar to orphanages) staffed by state payroll, that would be worse. I appreciate that the private sector is picking up the bulk of the responsibility here, and I'd like to do my part to keep it that way.

3) I like big families.

4) I need a justification for my favorite hobbies: movies, putt-putt, little league games, soccer, day trips, basically any activity that gets me out of the house.

This little guy may be our last foster child. After three years of fostering and six long-term placements, we are on the verge of burnout.

Of course, I'm always campaigning. Those of you who say you can't do it because you wouldn't be able to handle it when they leave...try again.

That excuse didn't work for me, and therefore it's not going to work on me. I, myself, delivered that line to a friend and mentor prior to becoming a foster parent.

She said simply, "Let me tell you something, if it doesn't absolutely rip your heart out of your chest every time a child walks out of your door, you're not cut out for this anyway."

Well, that shut me up. You have to have a heart in order to lose it.

posted by Key on 09:42 PM | Comments (4)

I love your last sentence.

Compassion and pity are not the same thing, and they are often confused. I agree with what you say above about feeling compassion for those who are too young to have responsibility for their lives, so I still say you're compassionate.

And I still like you, despite you being snarky in my comments...


Posted by: Jack at August 10, 2004 10:33 PM


(I had to do it. It was too beautifully set up. : D )

Posted by: Key at August 11, 2004 04:00 PM

I know you were kidding! You wouldn't have gotten the " :-P " if I thought you weren't


Posted by: Jack at August 12, 2004 06:08 AM

Dear Key:

You're still a saint, in my book. 'Nough said on that note.

Still in all - it's a shame that adults (for which I, also, have NO sympathy or compassion for the worthless variety) don't learn a basic fact: If you can't feed 'em; don't breed 'em.

The world would be a better place overall if that were so.



Posted by: Will at August 12, 2004 11:10 PM
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