! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Octi Mom - Poem by Melvina Germain
Oh Baby, the media is running away with this one and the hate mail is atrocious. Please people! ! ! what are you thinking? We are talking about a real person here, yes a person who now has 14 children,8 of which will be brought home soon, but how will she do it. I was really hurt today when I heard of all the hate emails and phone calls that was received because of this very bad decision made by Nadya.
You see, I can not begin to do God's work, and that would be to judge this young woman. Who knows what is in her head, who knows what turmoil she deals with on a daily basis, who knows if this woman is in some type of depression or possibly by-polar, these are all real possibilities after all. All I know is this,
we now have 14 children that are going to need help in order to survive. We all have our opinions, of course, right or wrong, but soon, very soon in fact it will be time to put those opinions aside and think of the real situation at hand, and that would be the innocent babies that had nothing to do with this decision making process.
We have, today in this time..... war..... killings of innocent women and children..... destruction..... trafficing of young children.....sexual mutilation of young virgins..... baby rape.....people dying in the streets..... hunger, .....loss of homes..... the breaking down of family structure..... loseing our young to drugs and alcohol..... guns in the hands of the young..... gang killings, and more, so much more. In this world, in this time, we as intelligent individuals must face the real problems at hand. How can we take time to hate one young woman who decided to bring more children into the world. Think about it, there is so much more to focus on.
People I can't begin to think of what Nadia was thinking, I can't figure out any reason why she would want to have 8 more children considering she already had 6 children and apparently having some problems taking care of them. Here's what I know for sure, she didn't bring these children into
the world on her own, no, she had help, a lot of help. Help from a very intellligent man, yes a doctor who knew, I understand that her life and the life of the children was in danger, yet, this most intelligent man went ahead without consideration apparently of the possibility and gave her those embryo's to conceive.
Hate mail to the mom who is willing to try and take care of her offspring and what about the good doctor, what do we say to this gentleman. What was his reasoning, I wonder, could it be an experiment of sorts, once again, I don't have the answer, only questions and I do not judge this gentleman either. Who knows, maybe he loves children and wanted to help a soul have as many as possible. Yes it could be, his love for children blinded him in reality, is it possible he couldn't see what the future might bring. You know, questions like, how will the children get home, who will care for them, who will feed them, who will clothe them, who will take care of all the medical costs etc. etc. etc.
Well, American people are good people and I know there are many that will show their compassion and not allow these children to suffer. I certainly hope that child protective services do not remove these children from their mother, I do believe that she has a lot of love in her heart for her children. Have we forgotten that children are a gift from God and yes she now has many gifts, can we not stop judging her and find it in our hearts to pray for her and her children and help her the best we can. I think in a world such as this, a world that is facing such uncertainties, I think we can put anger and hate aside and find love in our hearts.
Leave this woman to do the work that needs to be done in order to care for her children. Please don't waste valuable time hating her or her children. remember this, what you give out into the universe, you get back, sometimes 10 fold, be careful what you wish for.
Written by: Melvina Germain
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