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Just writing and thinking but wanted to share this as I know someone will

comment and add to it. Also, because I want to spread thw rod about foster

childern needing suitcases.

Long ago, I had picked out the picture for the cover of the book I might someday

write. While the background is faded, the foreground is clearly an image of a

young child perched on a tall red stool at an empty restaurant counter. A

tattered maroon suitcase had been tossed stopped only by the legs of the stool.

The child's tear stained face her, furloughed brow and pinched downward lips

gives evidence to the feelings bottled up by the child.

I am that little girl yet I am 59 years old. This memory has been alive in me

all these years and so has been the sadness. Today, a friend emailed me

regarding a suitcase drive she was organizing for foster children at her Unity

church. I bombarded her with questions, I googled " suitcases for foster

children " . It seems foster children often carry their belongings in garbage

bags from home to home, often losing their possessions in the move. I hope

they're not using the economy bags, I thought.

My heart opened up and my eyes filled with tears having some firsthand knowledge

of foster living. I told my family and friends about the project and posted it

on facebook. After work, I bought a brand new suitcase to give. The suitcase is

wheeled and expandable just like my own heart. Who would of known that the

simple act of buying a suitcase for another child would push those childhood

memories out of today's picture.

Years of therapy and that's all it took. I make a mental note to myself : Thank

my friend for bringing this gift to me and ask if I can be part of it next year.

Suitcases or large duffle bags can also be donated to your local foster care

agency. I hope you will. On

http://www.volunteerguide.org/hours/service-projects/foster-children, I read

that a child can hold it head up a little higher knowing someone cares. My own

suitcase to me means I have the right to own, and have my belongings respected.

Lin

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Thanks for your post. It reminds me of HOW MUCH our adult lives are formed and

fertiled from simple acts of validation, respect, love, and caring whilst we

were all growing up, as children.

Sometimes, i read about all these tragic stories of children broken, abused, or

abandoned, and i wish this would never ever have to be. But the reality of this

world, is that the world is full of such people, incapable of being parents at

the time or not quite ready yet, etc etc, and that as long as we have such

parents, we will always have a generation of children still lost and searching.

Children already grow up into a very unpredictable world, full of bullying,

intimadation, envy, and ambiguity, and the only thing they can fall back on

sometimes, is the sense of validation from their own parents.

Tom

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> Just writing and thinking but wanted to share this as I know someone will

comment and add to it. Also, because I want to spread thw rod about foster

childern needing suitcases.

>

> Long ago, I had picked out the picture for the cover of the book I might

someday write. While the background is faded, the foreground is clearly an image

of a young child perched on a tall red stool at an empty restaurant counter. A

tattered maroon suitcase had been tossed stopped only by the legs of the stool.

The child's tear stained face her, furloughed brow and pinched downward lips

gives evidence to the feelings bottled up by the child.

>

> I am that little girl yet I am 59 years old. This memory has been alive in me

all these years and so has been the sadness. Today, a friend emailed me

regarding a suitcase drive she was organizing for foster children at her Unity

church. I bombarded her with questions, I googled " suitcases for foster

children " . It seems foster children often carry their belongings in garbage

bags from home to home, often losing their possessions in the move. I hope

they're not using the economy bags, I thought.

>

> My heart opened up and my eyes filled with tears having some firsthand

knowledge of foster living. I told my family and friends about the project and

posted it on facebook. After work, I bought a brand new suitcase to give. The

suitcase is wheeled and expandable just like my own heart. Who would of known

that the simple act of buying a suitcase for another child would push those

childhood memories out of today's picture.

>

> Years of therapy and that's all it took. I make a mental note to myself :

Thank my friend for bringing this gift to me and ask if I can be part of it next

year. Suitcases or large duffle bags can also be donated to your local foster

care agency. I hope you will. On

http://www.volunteerguide.org/hours/service-projects/foster-children, I read

that a child can hold it head up a little higher knowing someone cares. My own

suitcase to me means I have the right to own, and have my belongings respected.

>

> Lin

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Thanks Tom I agree. I think my writing needs more work. I like your statemnt

,how much of out lives are formed from validation, respect, love and caring. I

also think I will look more into volunteer opportinites for foster childern. I

have been afraid to get to involved. I am afraid I wont want to let go of the

kid but maybe I can at least do these type of activites to help.

> >

> > Just writing and thinking but wanted to share this as I know someone will

comment and add to it. Also, because I want to spread thw rod about foster

childern needing suitcases.

> >

> > Long ago, I had picked out the picture for the cover of the book I might

someday write. While the background is faded, the foreground is clearly an image

of a young child perched on a tall red stool at an empty restaurant counter. A

tattered maroon suitcase had been tossed stopped only by the legs of the stool.

The child's tear stained face her, furloughed brow and pinched downward lips

gives evidence to the feelings bottled up by the child.

> >

> > I am that little girl yet I am 59 years old. This memory has been alive in

me all these years and so has been the sadness. Today, a friend emailed me

regarding a suitcase drive she was organizing for foster children at her Unity

church. I bombarded her with questions, I googled " suitcases for foster

children " . It seems foster children often carry their belongings in garbage

bags from home to home, often losing their possessions in the move. I hope

they're not using the economy bags, I thought.

> >

> > My heart opened up and my eyes filled with tears having some firsthand

knowledge of foster living. I told my family and friends about the project and

posted it on facebook. After work, I bought a brand new suitcase to give. The

suitcase is wheeled and expandable just like my own heart. Who would of known

that the simple act of buying a suitcase for another child would push those

childhood memories out of today's picture.

> >

> > Years of therapy and that's all it took. I make a mental note to myself :

Thank my friend for bringing this gift to me and ask if I can be part of it next

year. Suitcases or large duffle bags can also be donated to your local foster

care agency. I hope you will. On

http://www.volunteerguide.org/hours/service-projects/foster-children, I read

that a child can hold it head up a little higher knowing someone cares. My own

suitcase to me means I have the right to own, and have my belongings respected.

> >

> > Lin

> >

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Hi Lin,I am so glad you posted about this--I know some about kids who are in

custody of the state, and looking for foster homes. I never would have thought

of this, and it seems so obvious. I am going to contact the foster childrens

folks today. I am glad you mentioned the kinds with wheels (actually,

everything might come with wheels these days). obviously bags of differing sizes

could be used. thank you again... Wanda

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