I read a story, it caused me to weep, found in newspaper on the side of the street, a few hours old near a rat infested canal, found by a kindly soul with the miracle of how.
Mother unable to care, you were given no name then dumped you by there, father jailed for being a member of the Krays, doing time without any praise, mother probably unable to cope left you without survival hope.
Social care with hardly any, a child without love but love for many, your luck then changed adopted by a family with lots of love to give now at last you had a reason to live
How sad even more just to remind you of an equal score, your adopted father beat you black and blue, violent and egotistical broke your bones too, now you’ve grown, your Destiny is your own a book of a life tainted by strife.
I thought I was unlucky, sadness from the falls your story tells me that I had hardly any at all, Richard Gallear, The forgotten child, lived to tell the tale from a miracle child to tell the tale of a man who should’ve been wild but with life brings a change to the direction of the wind, maybe change the mind of a fiend.
May a glint of light shine through all of our darkness- God Bless.
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