Child abuses.

Every day people go and live their life. They wake up, make coffee, take a shower and go to work. They hangout with friends and laugh. They gossip about people and how weird they think they are. People judge others everyday. No one can say they never judged someone in their life because the truth is, we have done it every since we were little kids. Everywhere you look you see people judgeing something about you, wheither it's the way you look, the way you dress or the way you act.

As all of this judgement is going on, people dont realize that their might be a reason for that person being that way. They could be going threw alot, weither it's not having a real family, being affected by poverty ar even getting abussed.


Two days ago I was sitting in my house with one of my friends, we were laughing becuase of this girl who wore the same thing everyday and how she looked as if she had shaved off all her eyebrows. While we were laughing I felt wrong, I felt as if I was commiting a crime and I was going to be sent on death row. I suddenly stoped laughing, and told my friend that my dad said no one could be over, so she left. Later on one of my best friends called me and told me about a book she just read and how it was one of the best books she had ever read. She came over, gave me the book and told me to read it.

A Child Called "It" was truley an insperational book. It made me think about all the people who I walk passed everyday that can be going threw things I couldn't even imagine. And how I would judge them on the stupidest things. While I was reading the book I couldn't beleive that that actually happend. It made me sick. I couldn't stop crying, it made me want to be a better person.

A Child Called "It" by David Peilzer is an aspiring book that shows determination through a little boy's eyes as he tells an unforgettable story of the many abuses he suffered at the hands of his alcoholic mother and the averted eyes of his neglectful father. As a young child only his dreams barely kept him alive and motivated to go on and fight stronger. His alcoholic mother found many "games" to play with him as a way of torture and she rarely gave him the luxury of food, which would only be scraps that even the dogs would not accept.

This book was truley an american master piece.

sources:

http://www.bookrags.com/essay-2005/9/18/201017/895