Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Passport photos over the years...

Was 8 years old in my first passport photo. My family was traveling to Kharkov, Ukraine to start a student ministry group on the local campus with Student Mobilization. 
I remember being elated that we were traveling overseas, seeing a new world. I told my friends in school and they all thought I was crazy...giving me a look like- why would you ever want to leave south Arkansas?? I remember at my 8th birthday party at De Gray lake my friends were giving me "going away presents" like towels and socks...I thought it was so lame. 
Feelings here: hopeful. Perhaps that when the travel bug was first planted in my mind. 










In this next photo I think I was in 10th grade so about 17, and it would be the first year to travel to Mexico with my youth group for the "mission to Mexico" trip. Our church would take the youth group during Spring Break and work with the local churches in Chihuahua, Mexico. Again, I remember telling some friends I would be building a church during Spring Break and they gave me that same crazed look like- "your going to Mexico to build a church? Not to go to Cancun and get boozed up?" (story of my life these looks). My first time there was an amazing experience. Traveling by bus into the heart of Chihuahua, felt like we were driving over the Sahara desert. When we arrived there we were all divided up into pairs and placed in the homes of the church members. The family was so welcoming, giving up their family bed so we had somewhere to sleep. One night the mom even made a birthday cake for my friend. Using her limited supplies to make her feel special. I had never experienced true hospitality until traveling to Mexico. Feelings here: amazed.
My last photo was taken  in 2008 when I was 23 and had just gotten married and needed to change my name on the passport. I had been married for a couple of months, a new resident to Florida. I would be traveling to China for a summer study abroad trip with my school. I had been waiting 6 months preparing for this trip, getting the correct documents, buying supplies and packing clothes and shoes. Then we found out there was  devastating earthquake in Chengdu, China, the city I would be studying in. Thousands of people were dead, many were still trapped. The program I was going with gave me the option not to go, and although my heart ached to go, my husband didn't feel right about it. My feelings here are complete excitement. I had traveled to China before to teach English and was going to meet up with some of my old students in Beijing. After this news I was devastated. I still hope for the day I can return to China. I know God will open that door again soon. 

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sad but true- Mary Ellen Wilson's story

Not to dampen anyone's Sunday but in light of Child Abuse Prevention Month in April, I think it is our duty to spread the word about the prevalence of child abuse in America. The story below is about the first reported incidence of child abuse in America, of a little girl named Mary Ellen Wilson. I found the story on American Humane website. The organization exists to help protect both animals and people. While I have been working in social services I have come to realize the prevalence of child abuse in America. You hear about it almost daily in the news, stories so terrible I don't wish to repeat. Each of us probably know a child effected by child abuse, it may even be your own story. My thoughts are that if we are vigilant as a society, we can nearly wipe out child abuse in America. If we keep our eyes and ears open, using our own practical judgment, and care enough to make that important call- children wouldn't suffer so greatly. The Bible puts it this way: 

James 1:27 (New International Version)
"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world."
 So be vigilant, be aware- in your school's, in your neighborhoods, day cares. Intervene on a child's part. They need our voices. They have a right "life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness". 
Here is Mary Ellen's story:

Who We Are

History

Mary Ellen Wilson

How One Girl's Plight Started the Child-Protection Movement


Mary Ellen Wilson
The sufferings of the little girl, Mary Ellen, led to the founding of the New York Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, the first organization of its kind, in 1874. In 1877, thje New York SPCC and several Societies for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals from throughout the country joined together to form the American Humane Association. Mary Ellen’s story marked the beginning of a world-wide crusade to save children. Over the years, in the re-telling of Mary Ellen Wilson’s story, myth has often been confused with fact. Some of the inaccuracies stem from colorful but erroneous journalism, others from simple misunderstanding of the facts, and still others from the complex history of the child protection movement in the United States and Great Britain and its link to the animal welfare movement. While it is true that Henry Bergh, president of the American Society of the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA), was instrumental in ensuring Mary Ellen’s removal from an abusive home, it is not true that her attorney -- who also worked for the ASPCA -- argued that she deserved help because she was “a member of the animal kingdom.”
The real story -- which can be pieced together from court documents, newspaper articles, and personal accounts -- is quite compelling, and it illustrates the impact that a caring and committed individual can have on the life of a child.
Mary Ellen Wilson was born in 1864 to Francis and Thomas Wilson of New York City. Soon thereafter, Thomas died, and his widow took a job. No longer able to stay at home and care for her infant daughter, Francis boarded Mary Ellen (a common practice at the time) with a woman named Mary Score. As Francis’s economic situation deteriorated, she slipped further into poverty, falling behind in payments for and missing visits with her daughter. As a result, Mary Score turned two-year-old Mary Ellen over to the city’s Department of Charities.
The Department made a decision that would have grave consequences for little Mary Ellen; it placed her illegally, without proper documentation of the relationship, and with inadequate oversight in the home of Mary and Thomas McCormack, who claimed to be the child’s biological father. In an eerie repetition of events, Thomas died shortly thereafter. His widow married Francis Connolly, and the new family moved to a tenement on West 41st Street.
Mary McCormack Connolly badly mistreated Mary Ellen, and neighbors in the apartment building were aware of the child’s plight. The Connollys soon moved to another tenement, but in 1874, one of their original neighbors asked Etta Angell Wheeler, a caring Methodist mission worker who visited the impoverished residents of the tenements regularly, to check on the child. At the new address, Etta encountered a chronically ill and homebound tenant, Mary Smitt, who confirmed that she often heard the cries of a child across the hall. Under the pretext of asking for help for Mrs. Smitt, Etta Wheeler introduced herself to Mary Connolly. She saw Mary Ellen’s condition for herself. The 10-year-old appeared dirty and thin, was dressed in threadbare clothing, and had bruises and scars along her bare arms and legs. Ms. Wheeler began to explore how to seek legal redress and protection for Mary Ellen. Click here to read Etta Wheeler’s account of Mary Ellen.
At that time, some jurisdictions in the United States had laws that prohibited excessive physical discipline of children. New York, in fact, had a law that permitted the state to remove children who were neglected by their caregivers. Based on their interpretation of the laws and Mary Ellen’s circumstances, however, New York City authorities were reluctant to intervene. Etta Wheeler continued her efforts to rescue Mary Ellen and, after much deliberation, turned to Henry Bergh, a leader of the animal humane movement in the United States and founder of the American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA). It was Ms. Wheeler’s niece who convinced her to contact Mr. Bergh by stating, “You are so troubled over that abused child, why not go to Mr. Bergh? She is a little animal surely” (p. 3 Wheeler in Watkins, 1990).
Ms. Wheeler located several neighbors who were willing to testify to the mistreatment of the child and brought written documentation to Mr. Bergh. At a subsequent court hearing, Mr. Bergh stated that his action was “that of a human citizen,” clarifying that he was not acting in his official capacity as president of the NYSPCA. He emphasized that he was “determined within the framework of the law to prevent the frequent cruelties practiced on children” (Mary Ellen, April 10, 1976, p. 8 in Watkins, 1990). After reviewing the documentation collected by Etta Wheeler, Mr. Bergh sent an NYSPCA investigator (who posed as a census worker to gain entrance to Mary Ellen’s home) to verify the allegations. Elbridge T. Gerry, an ASPCA attorney, prepared a petition to remove Mary Ellen from her home so she could testify to her mistreatment before a judge. Mr. Bergh took action as a private citizen who was concerned about the humane treatment of a child. It was his role as president of the NYSPCA and his ties to the legal system and the press, however, that bring about Mary Ellen’s rescue and the movement for a formalized child protection system.
Recognizing the value of public opinion and awareness in furthering the cause of the humane movement, Henry Bergh contacted New York Times reporters who took an interest in the case and attended the hearings. Thus, there were detailed newspaper accounts that described Mary Ellen’s appalling physical condition. When she was taken before Judge Lawrence, she was dressed in ragged clothing, was bruised all over her body and had a gash over her left eye and on her cheek where Mary Connelly had struck her with a pair of scissors. On April 10, 1874, Mary Ellen testified:
“My father and mother are both dead. I don’t know how old I am. I have no recollection of a time when I did not live with the Connollys. …. Mamma has been in the habit of whipping and beating me almost every day. She used to whip me with a twisted whip—a raw hide. The whip always left a black and blue mark on my body. I have now the black and blue marks on my head which were made by mamma, and also a cut on the left side of my forehead which was made by a pair of scissors. She struck me with the scissors and cut me; I have no recollection of ever having been kissed by any one—have never been kissed by mamma. I have never been taken on my mamma’s lap and caressed or petted. I never dared to speak to anybody, because if I did I would get whipped…. I do not know for what I was whipped—mamma never said anything to me when she whipped me. I do not want to go back to live with mamma, because she beats me so. I have no recollection ever being on the street in my life” Mary Ellen, April 10, 1874, (Watkins, 1990).
In response, Judge Lawrence immediately issued a writ de homine replagiando, provided for by Section 65 of the Habeas Corpus Act, to bring Mary Ellen under court control.
The newspapers also provided extensive coverage of the caregiver Mary Connolly’s trial, raising public awareness and helping to inspire various agencies and organizations to advocate for the enforcement of laws that would rescue and protect abused children (Watkins, 1990). On April 21, 1874, Mary Connolly was found guilty of felonious assault and was sentenced to one year of hard labor in the penitentiary (Watkins, 1990).
Less well known but as compelling as the details of her rescue, is the rest of Mary Ellen’s story. Etta Wheeler continued to play an important role in the child’s life. Family correspondence and other accounts reveal that the court placed Mary Ellen in an institutional shelter for adolescent girls. Believing this to be an inappropriate setting for the 10-year-old, Ms. Wheeler intervened. Judge Lawrence gave her permission to place the child with her own mother, Sally Angell, in northern New York. When Ms. Angell died, Etta Wheeler’s youngest sister, Elizabeth, and her husband Darius Spencer, raised Mary Ellen. By all accounts, her life with the Spencer family was stable and nurturing.
At the age of 24, Mary Ellen married a widower and had two daughters -- Etta, named after Etta Wheeler, and Florence. Later, she became a foster mother to a young girl named Eunice. Etta and Florence both became teachers; Eunice was a businesswoman. Mary Ellen’s children and grandchildren described her as gentle and not much of a disciplinarian. Reportedly, she lived in relative anonymity and rarely spoke with her family about her early years of abuse. In 1913, however, she agreed to attend the American Humane Association’s national conference in Rochester, NY, with Etta Wheeler, her long-time advocate. Ms. Wheeler was a guest speaker at the conference. Her keynote address, “The Story of Mary Ellen, Which Started the Child Saving Crusade Throughout the World” was published by the American Humane Association. Mary Ellen died in 1956 at the age of 92.
Watkins, S.A. (1990). The Mary Ellen myth: Correcting child welfare history. Social Work, 35(6), pp. 500-503.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Weekend update- strange but amazing

Friday- went to the Salty Dog out at Longboat to have dinner with my friend Emily and met a guy named Keith Stansell (wikipedia site). David and I were just sitting at the bar waiting for our dinner and David struck up a conversation with a guy and his mother. He told us he was on a date with his mom. As the evening progressed Keith revealed that he was actually a survivor of a kidnapping by a Colombian drug cartel in 2003. Keith was working for the government and his plane crashed in the jungles and they were immediately captured. Keith was with 5 other guys and on arrival two of the men were marched out in the jungle by rebels and shot, execution style. He and the other two men were then held captive in the Colombian jungle for 5 years! He showed us the scars on his neck and said with a smile, "Don't take life for granted". Here's a video on YouTube after being rescued. He was an incredibly nice guy, and was positive about his experience. His picture is with his two twin sons. 


Saturday- while we didn't meet an American hero at the beach we did meet up with our friends Carlos and Sabrina for a beach cookout at my favorite Lido beach! The water is still pretty cold in the ocean but we stayed long enough to get cooked.






Sunday- Easter celebrations! While we're normally Saturday church people, since we went to the beach on Saturday we decided to go on Sunday. The service was phenomenal! The building was packed to the brim with people, with almost a 100 just out in the lobby watching the service on the big screens. Pastor Randy had an awesome message entitled "It is well" taking from the famous song written by Horatio Spafford. He reminded us of Christ's sacrifice on Easter and how it gives us the power to overcome our own battles in life. That "when we are weak, He is strong". 
Oh and what's a good Easter celebration with out humiliating a few dogs in Easter bunny ears??