The following scenarios are the types of stories we hear from hurting
kids. We need your help!
I am an orphan from Russia. People here in the United States just donít
understand me. I hit, bite, scratch, and scream to get attention because
no one really cares about me.
I was left at the Hospital because I had a cleft pallet and as a baby I
was not cute. Division of Family Services passed me from one house to
another. I kept hoping for a real home, and then when I got the chance, I
made this family mad because I had never learned to obey my parents.
My parents keep on moving, and so I had no friends until I decided to
join a group of kids in doing drugs. Now, I am hooked and I do things that
I wish I wouldnít do. I canít stop myself. Will someone help me? I am
angry at myself for the way I have treated others, especially my family.
I have great parents but something within me keeps me from doing what
is right. I use to go to church but I quit doing that a couple of years
ago. I smoke marijuana, but that is just to withdraw from reality. A lot
of the other kids do it in school and we get by one day at a time. Now my
parents are afraid of me because they say I do bad things and they have to
lock the kitchen cabinets and all of the bedroom doors because they think
I am going to steal from them or worse. I guess I donít know what I have
done some of those times.
I joined a gang here in Chicago just to have someone who cares about
me. It is pretty cool sometimes as I actually get to make decisions and
others will take orders from me. There is a part of me that cares about my
parents, but they are really too busy to care about what matters to me. I
got the best grade in Math class for the whole year, but they just set my
paper down when I showed it to them. The gang I joined is doing some
things that I donít always like, but it is a way to find respect.