I’m Mr. Johnson’s daughter, Shelly>>I’m a good kid and I always try and do what is right> but my dad won’t let me live my life>>When I was just a young girl he started> coming into my bedroom at night and doing disgusting>things to me>>He told me that if I told anyone he’d cut my tongue out of my>mouth and deny he knew how it happened>>My father is a very sick man and he has turned my world into>a living hell!>>There is a man down the street>a very nice and caring man who always has a kind smile for me.>>I don’t think he knows what is happening in my home and>in my bedroom at night but he told me a story the other day>>which had me wondering. He told of a young boy who was walking along the seashore>after the tide had gone out and all around him were starfish dying on the drying>>sand. He began throwing the starfish back into the ocean>in an attempt to save them. Along came another boy and he said “Hey, whatchya doin?” “I’m throwing starfish back into the ocean so they don’t>die on the sand”>>he replied. “Do you think it’s really gonna matter…I mean look at all of them?” The boy then picked up another>starfish, looked at his questioning friend and just before he>>threw it back in the ocean he replied “It matters to this one.”>> I wish I could just tell that kind neighbor and so he>could know that I need help real bad. My dad just laughs and tells me “Nobody’s gonna help you…don’t you know how>the world works little girl?” “The world is too busy>protecting people like me to worry about your kind”. Won’t somebody please help me?>>Is there anybody out there who cares?
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I’m Mr. Johnson’s daughter, Shelly>>I’m a good kid and I always try and do what is right> but my dad won’t let me live my life>>When I was just a young girl he started> coming into my bedroom at night and doing disgusting>things to me>>He told me that if I told anyone he’d cut my tongue out of my>mouth and deny he knew how it happened>>My father is a very sick man and he has turned my world into>a living hell!>>There is a man down the street>a very nice and caring man who always has a kind smile for me.>>I don’t think he knows what is happening in my home and>in my bedroom at night but he told me a story the other day>>which had me wondering. He told of a young boy who was walking along the seashore>after the tide had gone out and all around him were starfish dying on the drying>>sand. He began throwing the starfish back into the ocean>in an attempt to save them. Along came another boy and he said “Hey, whatchya doin?” “I’m throwing starfish back into the ocean so they don’t>die on the sand”>>he replied. “Do you think it’s really gonna matter…I mean look at all of them?” The boy then picked up another>starfish, looked at his questioning friend and just before he>>threw it back in the ocean he replied “It matters to this one.”>> I wish I could just tell that kind neighbor and so he>could know that I need help real bad. My dad just laughs and tells me “Nobody’s gonna help you…don’t you know how>the world works little girl?” “The world is too busy>protecting people like me to worry about your kind”. Won’t somebody please help me?>>Is there anybody out there who cares?
