When Life Hands You Lemons...
I was six months old when my mom was told by the pediatrician to start feeding me rice cereal. It was one of those things that mom and dad probably hadn’t talked about. Boy oh boy. When he came home from work for lunch and caught her feeding me baby rice cereal he had a come apart. He pounded the solid oak table while yelling and screaming at her. The table leg broke off and he picked it up and hit her across the back with it. He slapped her around some I’m sure because she later told me that after he left she told her dad-who lived in town-when he came over and saw what daddy had done he said he was going to kill him. Like most victims she talked her dad out of it, forgave my dad and kept on taking the abuse. For 42 years she took it. During the 40th year of ‘taking it’ she was in a car accident which jarred her spine pretty severely. She laid on the ER gurney moaning and complaining and begging to be allowed to lie on her side and get off her back. They finally noticed her pleading a