For lack of a better word this story starts in 1966 I believe, if my facts are wrong all will be forgiven it's the story that's important, It's about a young woman named Sharon, who after living dirt poor on a level most even in the worst time's today can't even begin to imagine was getting all that she had coming to her, great kids, good home and a husband to be proud of on every level and with all good things, life stepped in to change that, at of all times christmas.
The first thing she heard was the screaming of her youngest child dying, and awoke to a house in flames along with her, her husband and one remaing child out of three she jumped from a second story window, with all the horror's that come with a burning home still embracing all three of them.
The pictures that no longer exist of her before life stepped in gave hint's of stunning good looks and a smile to melt hearts that was both genuine as it was warm, those taken after that day remain to this day hidden in photo albums no one but a few speak of and never around strangers.
As luck would have it, loosing everything within days which included a loving husband and 3 children life still had unwanted gifts in ubundance for her, and she carried those as if they were the weight of the world on weary shoulders, and did so with a grace few ever matched.
Her next to last gift that life had left to bestow was nothing more than a mask but one she could never take off, and was villafied on levels normally reserved for only the most wretched that humanity has to offer, Most of her face had to be reconstructed, and arms as well which to most, for all intent and purpose's became the stuff nightmare's are made of.
Eventually she did remarry but not for the best of reason's and some have said they were the worst, and raised a family, only to loose her 5th child to sid's, but she persavered and contiued to have 3 more daughter's.
Now came life's final and worst gift of all; judgement in the remaining 25 years of her life the number of time's she was asked to leave a resteraunt could not be counted, the pta meetings she was asked to never attend as well as school functions that requested she never attend because she scared the children, as well as the hushed whisper's of those in the store or out in public, her every action ridaculed and even the right to be a fit parent was asked, becuase no one that looked like that could ever raise a child properly soley because she was judged without merit or cause, those were just some of life's final gift.
For those wondering what the point of this post is really about, its the public character assasination of an Iheart member after posting a blog, was the post bad timing or just taken wrong, possibly both but it struck a strong chord with me, and it wasn't for what was posted but the events that followed, we all judge we all have opinions and those are great good or bad, but when they are publicly broadcast in a medium that never goes away for all to see, how are we any better than those that mocked or made fun of the woman in this story and take away from what this site is suppose to represent.
Wether you agree or disagree with someone they should never have their dignity taken from them public or private, worst of all publicly no matter what is said after, those words can never be erased, and the bard had it right all along "the pen is so much mightier than the sword and cuts all the deeper'.
Stacy let me be the first to apologize, and hopefully I am not the last, this should have never happened, for what ever reason it did, nothing can change the way it made you look or feel and that may be the deepest wound of all and my deepest regret for not doing this sooner or hopefully stopping it from going as far as it did or for that matter anyone else.
Now for all those wondering as to why I would write about this woman or apologize to Stacey it's very simple the woman in the story had a full name it was Sharon Lynn Oviatt, but it never meant or carried the importance of her other name which was simply mom, if you haven't guessed yet, yes the woman in this story was my mother, and I was there first hand for every mean or disparaging remark made or directed at her, so hopefully next time when the temptation to publicly demean and belittle anothers viewpoint, station in life, like's or dislike's remember that is someone's sister, brother or mother.
I have left this post open for those that want to reply, I have no interest in tracking it further or what will be said only that it is read and hopefully taken to heart.