Thank you, from the heart. Thank you to those folks who have taken moments of their precious time to comment and leave their messages of support on Amazon and other sites where my life has been exposed.
I had reasons for allowing my less than perfect childhood to be looked at, reasons that were more than the need to make more people aware of what can happen in our less than perfect world, to children born to families that do not earn the privilege of being called care givers. I wanted those precious ones that have endured abuse, that have questioned their own right to survival, that have ever asked the question, "Why", I wanted them to learn and understand that I have no pure, concrete, easily delivered answers. What I do have are memories of people, warm, loving, wonderful ,supportive people ... people that had no need to offer me assistance, people who could have looked the other way, people who could easily have turned away from the dirty, uneducated, afraid child that I was. People who saw beyond the bravado, people who responded to the need in me to connect, people who allowed themselves the time to connect with the need I had to simply belong.
I have lost count now of the numbers, let me simply say that I have been overwhelmed by them. People, just like you, people who recognized that Sassy was a human being, a human being with a hunger to survive that drove her, a hunger to live a full and emotionally complete life that sustained her throughout those years of sad desperation.. Thank you. I will continue to write, I will continue to educate, in my uneducated fashion, I will strive to help you understand that those people you see on the streets, those folks whose eyes you avoid, those pathetic, dirty, sad people, they too have had moments when their futures could have been altered. they too have had a time, a space, a place, when someone , somewhere, could have intervened. They have had pivotal moments when someone could have said, 'wait a moment; what the hell is happening here?"
For some strange, sad and lost reason, that didn't happen.
Nobody asked that question.
I ask of you to begin asking it now!
Please, folks ... look at them. Look at those people on the streets, and have the courage to ask...WHY?
Then, and only then, can we as connected human beings begin to make a difference.
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Monday, October 29, 2012
My guest Melissa Eyler won a contest I run On my Soooz Says Stuff blog.http://sooozsaysstuff.blogspot.com.au/ I invited her to write a guest post, and am so very moved by what she chose to write. I share it with you below.
A couple of years ago, I stumbled upon a writing site in the British Isles called Authonomy. Once registered, I started reading other people’s books and works in progress. During my time there, I read the works of a hundred or more different people from all over the world. That experience serves me to this day. Not only did I read selections that were awe inspiring, but I also read some that were horrible. I formed an opinion of how I did, and did not want to write. Every time I returned to my own story, I found new things to correct and rework that I had not previously noticed. One of the perks of Authonomy was the opportunity to meet people from across the world that I never would have met in any other circumstance.
One of those writers was a great person to whom I owe my gratitude…Stacey Danson. I read her book, Empty Chairs and it changed me forever. It is a grueling account of what should have been her childhood, but instead, was a gruesome life of abuse. At one point, she left one horrific situation for another where abused children banned together in order to survive. I know we all have our problems growing up, and we all live through our own horrors, but her little band of survivors ripped my heart in two. They were abused by adults who knew better, but chose to do worse. I knew they existed, because Stacey had the courage to tell the truth. In turn, I was encouraged to write the short story, An Angel in Attison.
I count myself honored to stand with Stacy in friendship. It always amazes me how much she has done with her life after surviving a start that would kill most people. So it’s hats off to you, Stacey. Thank you for bringing the truth to light. We must all stand together to stamp out sexual abuse of children in every corner of the world. We must also make it understood that turning a blind eye toward a child that has obvious signs of abuse is a crime against the child, a crime against one’s self and a crime against humanity.******************************************************************************
When I wrote Empty Chairs and the sequel Faint Echoes Of Laughter I hoped desperately that it may make people aware of what can happen to a child ... any child ... in any house, in any street ... anywhere in the world. I wanted people to listen, to really listen to children. Not to ignore the signs of abuse, not to relegate a child's obvious signs of distress to the too hard basket! Not to put behaviour that is obviously unusual down to a Phase the child may be going through.
Children deserve more than that, people. Children are our responsibility, regardless of who they are and where they come from. They are the innocence that this sad old world needs so badly. They are the future. We must become active in caring for them. The simplest way to do this is not by throwing money at the homeless. Or saying it's a damned shame, just LOOK. Really LOOK at what is around you. Look at that child in the playground who seems so isolated. Look at the bruises no matter how distasteful that may be for you ... and ask questions! Is he really clumsy? Possibly ... of course he could be. Did he always look that dirty? Was he always so thin? Was he always absent from school so often? Open your eyes ... and really look at the folks on the street. They are there for a reason, folks. Step up ... and ASK the questions...please.
Melissa has said that Empty Chairs changed her life. I am forever grateful to the people out there just like Mel who have shared with me the affect the book had on them. It makes the reliving of it worthwhile.
Posted by Suzannah Burke at 2:44 PM
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
To all the marvelous folks that asked for more information about how my life progressed after "Empty Chairs" ended. The sequel is now out..."Faint Echoes Of Laughter" is available on the link below...
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Tuesday, May 31, 2011
You can win a FREE kindle edition of Empty Chairs on Freado...June 6th 2011 I am giving away TEN copies on Freado...simply click on the badge below to find out how you can enter!
Posted by Suzannah Burke at 5:24 PM