Are you serious, "you fell"

I'm not sure how many times I have to respond on a Call

and find out that "you" fell and busted your face on the concrete, and there's no other scratches on you. Okay, let's get something straight here. I AM NOT DUMB!!!! I did not start working as a paramedic today. There is absolutely no reason for you to protect your man! If he hits you once or twice, guess what "He's Going to Hit You Again and Again." I guess the only way you will stop protecting a wife beater would have to be you beaten to a bloody pulp. I also could bet you money while you're laying there on the ground, He'll be standing over you with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, and chances are if you try to get up he's just going to hit you again.

So my question has to be: Why are you scared to tell the police? Are you afraid of him hitting you again? Because if you tell the police the first time and he goes to jail, what the hell are you doing going back! Pack your stuff and leave! I'm going to let you in on a small secret that should be obvious. You can do 100% better! But now don't fall in the cracks. And the reason I say that is if you know someone that has lived in a situation like that, and they left, then they started dating another guy and he is doing the same thing. You have your standards set to a rock bottom low; and you need to figure out what you're truly looking for.

I promise you one thing, that the public service is absolutely tired of going out to these domestics and the woman refuses to say anything. Not only is it a waste of my time, it's a waste of the police's time and the ambulance's time. Do yourself a favor and pack your crap up and tell the brother adios! Because we are tired of wasting our time.

For those of you who won't help here is a link to the national domestic violence Hotline along with the phone number if you need it. If you need immediate help Call 9-1-1.

http://www.thehotline.org/

1-800-799-7233 (SAFE)

Twitter- @NDVH

Facebook- National Domestic Violence Hotline

Momma's Boy

I have several different posts that I have been working on. But this one is a “on the spot one.” When I was younger people always said that I was a momma's boy. It never bothered me; I always felt people just envied my momma’s love. One thing is for sure she loved her babies and always will. (Including animals) Mom spent a long time fighting through pain and suffering from MS. I could always tell when she was feeling better on some days just by talking to her. On August 11, 2010 she went to heaven without a walking cane or wheelchair. I know she is no longer in pain, and dancing with her momma and daddy in heaven. She was saved and knew when God called upon her she would be ready. No doubt she will be missed and is missed, but there are too many great memories that will keep us enjoying what time we did have with her. Momma was a special person, to me of course, but to everyone she knew. Whether it was selling home interiors, life insurance, or chasing the group Alabama- one thing she had was compassion. She cared for anyone that needed caring. Momma was momma! I know she is proud of her family and would tell all of her friends all about her family.

For the people who never met my mother, I’m sorry that you have missed the opportunity to see what a special person she is to this world. Sure, she is my momma and most people would say this about their parents. But the people that know her know she was a delight to be around. A friend said to me one day, take all the chances to see your mom and dad, because they would do anything to see theirs again. This is a statement I really know what it means. I was lucky enough to have her live with me the last few years! There are a few things she would say to all of her friends: I have no pain, I love you all, and don’t have any sadness ‘cause I’m home!

After the funeral people came to the house and shared stories of momma. I’m gracious to have the friends that I do. Hopefully after reading this you can see; yes I love my mom! I hope you can have love for your mom like I did with mine. So, am I a momma’s boy?

If you considered:

· Being raised by a single parent, working her tail off just so she could provide a roof over my head?

· Wiping my butt for several years as a baby?

· Showing love when no one else did?

· Going without food so her children could eat?

· Someone that you can lean on as a rock in times of need?

· No one ever had a negative thing to ever say about her

Sure, I was a momma’s boy! Proud of it! If you think this is silly, walk off!

I love you mom! I miss you! We all miss and love you!!!

All of my Love,

Your son

Todd

Matthew 5:4
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.