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December 4th, 2007, Jessica Sherwood had to do something no mother should ever have to do. At 2:29 pm Jessica made a very tough, but the right decision to take her little 3 month old daughter off life support. In memory of little London Marie, i thought id start a little forward.. Jessica had a message that i want every one to know.. This is what jessica said: IF NE ONE HAS KIDS MAKE SURE U KEEP THEM WIT U THE WHOLE TIME DNT GIVE THEM TO NE ONE THAT U DNT TRUST..... TRUST ME I THOUGHT I TRUSTED JOSH..... BUT NOW AS OF 12-4-07 AT 2:29AM SHE IS GONE.... MY ONE AND ONLY BABY....... AND HE IS GUNNA PAY FOR EVER EVEN IF HE GETS OUTTA JAIL SCOTT FREE HE WILL BE DEAD NO MATTER WAT......... TO ALL MY FRIENDS AND THAT KNO LONDON I AM VERY ANGRY AND UPSET I LOST THE LOVE OF MY LIFE MY BABY GIRL.... SHE DIED ON HER 3MONTH BDAY........ SHE HAD 6 FRACTURED RIBS..... BOTH OF HER LEGS WERE FRACTURED.... AND HER BRAIN WAS SO DAMANAGED THAT IF SHE WERE TO LIVE SHE WOULD BE A VEGETABLE.... SO I DID WAT WAS RIGHT AND BEST FOR HER AND TOOK HER OFF LIFE SUPPORT... THATS WAT U CALL SHAKEN BABY SYNDROM REMEMBER THAT... For those of you who dont know what Shaken Baby Syndrome is..read this Shaking, jerking and jolting can cause blood vessels in the head to tear or burst. Shaken Baby Syndrome is the shaking of an infant or child by the arms, legs, or shoulders with or without impact of the head. This trauma can result in bleeding and brain injury with no outward signs of abuse. Often frustrated caregivers feel that shaking a baby or small child is a harmless way to make the child stop crying. However, a baby's brain and blood vessels are vulnerable to whiplash motions, such as shaking, jerking, jolting, and impact. The neck muscles of an infant or small child are weak, so the child's head is relatively heavy and the neck cannot support the stress of shaking or impact. Shaking a very young child, with or without impact of the head, can cause irreversible brain damage, blindness, cerebral palsy, hearing loss, spinal cord injury, seizures, learning disabilities, and even death. It is tragic that healthy, intelligent babies are suffering these disabilities simply because their caregivers don't know about the dangers associated with Shaken Baby Syndrome. An estimated 1,200 to 1,400 cases of Shaken Baby Syndrome (SBS) occur each year in the United States. Only 1 out of 4 babies dies of Shaken Baby Syndrome. HOWEVER, the other three babies will need ongoing medical attention for the rest of their short lifespans London in the hospital London after she passed You dont have to foward this, your not going to have bad luck in your love life, your not going to die tomorrow, and your not going to get good news at 11:11. If you have any heart at all, you would foward this. Rest in Peace London Marie Sherwood September 4th, 2007-December 4th, 2007 TO REPOST YOU MUST CLICK REPLY TO POSTER AND COPY ALL OF IT THERE TO GET ALL THE CODES. IF YOU COPY & PASTE FROM THIS VERY SPOT IT WILL NOT PUT THE PICTURES, CODES OR SONG ON THE BULLETIN

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A Different Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter del ight. The sparkling lights in the tree I believe, Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve. My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep, Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep. In perfect contentment, or so it would seem, So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream. The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near, But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear. Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow. My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear, And I crept to the door just to see who was near. Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night, A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight. A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old, Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold. Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled, Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child. "What are you doing?" I asked without fear, "Come in this moment, it's freezing out here! Put down your pack, brush the snow from y ou r sleeve, You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!" For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift, Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts.. To the window that danced with a warm fire's light Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right, "I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand at the front of the line, That separates you from the darkest of times. No one had to ask or beg or implore me, I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me. My Gramps died at Pearl on a day in December," Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers." My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam', And now it is my turn and so, here I am. I've not seen my own son in more than a while, But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile. Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag, The red, white, and blue... an American flag. I can live through the cold and the being alone, Away from my family, my house and my home. I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet, I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat. I can carry the weight of killing another, Or lay down my life with my sister and brother.. Who stand at the front against any and all, To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall." "So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright, Your family is waiting and I'll be all right." "But isn't there something I can do, at the least, "Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast? It seems all too little for all that you've done, For being away from your wife and your son." Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret, "Just tell us you lo ve us, and never forget. To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone, To stand your own watch, no matter how long. For when we come home, either standing or dead, To know you remember we fought and we bled. Is payment enough, and with that we will trust, That we mattered to you as you mattered to us." PLEASE, Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many people as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our U.S. Service men and women for our being able to celebrate these festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make people stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves for us. LCDR Jeff Giles, SC, USN 30th Naval Construction Regiment OIC, Logistics Cell One Al Taqqadum, Iraq

The date was October 1, 2000 I was over my mother and father's house, decided to spend the night, to help my dad with my mother, see, my mother has been suffering from lung cancer for almost 2 1/2 years. my father was showing me how to change my mother's IV bag. the phone rang, it was my husband on the answering machine telling me to pick up the phone, I answered the phone & my husband (Terry) told me that our daughter, Tiffany had been in a car accident. My first reactions were-- where,when and how. Terry did not know, my cousin's wife came flying up our driveway,knocked on the door about Tiffany and told Terry about Tiffany. I was getting my stuff ready to head this way, I forgot my keys in the House had to go back and get them, he told me to call when I found out anything, my mother was hanging on to every word my father said to me. it is a half an hour drive. I go through the town that my daughter now lives in. I was driving straight up the mountain, as soon as I hit the bottom of the mountain I hit the gas pedal. I was doing 80 mph straight up the mountain, I'm looking into the sky driving up this mountain, I see a bright light, that I thought was a falling star, I made a wish that our baby girl was going to be OK.When I got to the top of the mountain I seen all these flashing lights. I knew then that what I seen in the sky was not a falling star instead it was the medic helicopter that's called Life Star.I pulled in the left-hand lane, my head shaking uncontrollably I crossed the other lane of traffic to police officers jumped out in front of me to stop me, they told me that cannot go over there, I told them that my husband just called and said our daughter had been in a accident,he let me through. she must've been pretty bad in the ambulance because they would not allow me to do up to it.I knew that our daughter was in pretty bad shape. We drove an hour and 15 minutes to get to the hospital once we got there we waited and waited and waited, they finally called us back, when we arrived in the room that she was in,Tiffany was unconscious. I put my hand under her left shoulder, trying to talk to her to wake her up. Tiffany's hair looked as though someone had teased her hair and spray-painted red. I pulled my hand from underneath her shoulder, in my hand layed glass and blood. Tiffany stained in ICU for two weeks, she was in a coma the put it tracheotomy in her throat. The Dr gave Tiffany a 6% chance to live and if she pulled out of it she would be a vegetable, I felt my knees given away. My mother got put back in the hospital on her birthday October 11 for dehydration. has a few weeks passed my mother told my father that she had seen the light, my father thought the cancer had gone to her head, she told him that she met God and she asked God if he would make sure Tiffany would be all right, and that my cousin would make it through her surgery okay. My mother told my father that she stood at the window where my cousin was getting her surgery done with her arms around my daughter. My mom stands about 5 foot two and my daughter is almost 6 foot tall. When I told my daughter of this I told her that it was similar to someone trade in their soul to the devil, but she gave God her soul in return for two people she very dearly loved. After Tiffany came out of the coma she had to be taught things all over again, you know and like you would teach a baby growing up. How to brush their teeth, comb their hair, teach to get to the bathroom, even teach walk. After Tiffany got moved into her room and she started responding to things. My mother-in-law paid for a motel room that was hooked on to the hospital, she told me not to let go of the motel room until Tiffany was moved out of the hospital. Terry would sleep in the motel room, I would sleep in Tiffany's hospital room. In the mornings Terry would come up to the hospital room and stay with Tiffany why went down to the cafeteria to get us breakfast in the cup of coffee. I bring it up to the room and we would sit there and eat, then if I felt comfortable with the nurse on duty we would go downstairs to the motel room and I would get a shower and get some fresh clothes on and we would talk for a bit and we would say our goodbyes and Terry would head back toward the house to take care of her dogs to make sure everything at the house was okay do what needed to be done and he would head back to the hospital. Same routine for a month and a half. When a friend would come to the hospital and sit with Tiffany, Terry would then take me to see my mother in the hospital but she was in. My mom's cancer doctor told dad and I does she was given mom two weeks to live. We'll my mom lived approximately 3 weeks after the doctor gave her two weeks, normally we would go see her on a Sunday, the week she died I told Terry I wanted to go see her on Saturday instead of Sunday. Friday morning I went down to the motel room Terry had already left to come toward home, I called dad and he told me that when Aunt Alice and he cut back to his house there was a message from the hospital asking him to come back to the hospital. I told him that I would call the hospital to see what was going on, I spooked to my mother's nurse and she told me that will mom passed away at 8:52am that morning I asked the nurse to keep an eye on my father that he is on his way back she told me that she would. When I hung up the phone it must do not fully hit me, I win to take a shower as I usually do, after I got in the shower I think that's when it hit me the most, I cryed, screamed. And when I got out I called Terry to let him know. When I went back up to Tiffany's hospital room I had to and think nothing happened. My heart is break-in I need someone to talk to and could not talked to my little girl. When the therapist were with Tiffany I walk down the hall and called a coworker of mine, when she answered the phone I broke down crying and I told her that will mom just died. This was October 27, 2000 one of the hardest things I ever had to do was to keep my daughters grandmother's death from her, did not want her to have a relapse. Terry came back to the hospital picked me up and drove me to my father's house so I could drive him and my Aunt and in myself down to Bristol was about an hour and a half drive. While we were making casket arrangements Terry called me and told me that Tiffany had walked down the hall with help and had ate some pudding. Even though I was surrounded by bad news, he was trying to give me some good news. About two weeks later after my mother's death they were moving Tiffany to another hospital that has a rehabilitation center in it. The Patricia Neal rehab Center specializes in spinal cord injuries and head injuries. Tiffany had traumatic brain injury, the parts are your brain that are just setting their and they never get used until something like this or a stroke. For example and he never cared for eggs now she does. Before she could tolerate crowds pretty easily, after she got out of the hospital she could not stand be around crowds. From October the first 2000 until the night of Thanksgiving Tiffany could not talk. I talked to Tiffany's rehab doctor and asked him about telling Tiffany about her grandmother's death, the doctor asked me if I would tell her when some nurses and him was in the room, I told him no, that I would tell her while she was in hospital, I stated that I didn't want Tiffany to feel like she was under a microscope, I want it to be one on one her and I. He was okay with what I wanted. That afternoon I told Tiffany about her grandmother, of course she started crying. We met Patricia Neal several times for you all that do not know who Patricia Neal is, she is either the mother or the grandmother that played on the hit TV show the Waltons. Tiffany could not walk when she arrived at the rehab center, after a while in the rehab center one of the therapist, Tiffany asked her if she was going to be able to walk again, the therapist replied yes honey you walk out of here. The therapist was right! Tiffany did walk out of the hospital. What was so funny was that when you get release from a hospital they put you in a wheelchair at the wheel you out to the door, Tiffany was refusing to get back in a wheelchair, I told her that she was going be leaving the wheelchair up hospital. Tiffany went through home bound teaching and then went back to school full-time. Graduated on a Friday got married Saturday. ( Yes she was dating a boy from her HS durning the back to school thing) went to college the following August and took a break, January 3, 2003 we were grandparents to a beautiful baby boy. Tiffany will always have traumatic brain injury, the head nurse explained to us that it was like "shaken baby syndrome" Tiffany doing very well on her own her, husband and baby that is. There is more that happened but I didn't want to make this too long. Plus the subject of my mother's death is a very touchy subject for me. This is a true story was not made up. Written by: Brenda a.k.a. ninemmruger

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