supposed to be right. But when I think about it, I suppose asking all those poor people for more and more money doesnât seem all the way correct. And emailing and calling all those old people, asking for checks probably isnât an all-the-way right thing to do, either.
I mean, if Mom really didnât believe in what Dad was doing and really didnât think his motives were pure in collecting money from all the donors and stuff, there were probably a million other ways to deal with it rather than getting arrested for giving out medical aid for free and being on the evening news. Even though I think about our familyâs situation almost constantly, I still canât understand it or figure out how to fix it.
Sometimes, I sort of feel like Anne Frank, a girl killed by the Nazis, who wrote a really good book called Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl . In it, she talks about being âa bundle of contradictions.â I feel exactly like that, too. Many times, I wish I had someone smart like her to talk to. And even though Anne Frank never accepted Jesus Christ as her personal Lord and Savior, I think sheâs in heaven, and Iâll probably get to meet her someday, and I have a feeling weâll really hit it off way better than I hit it off with June Bug, who doesnât know much about pain and suffering.
I looked around to see how Percy and Pauly were reacting to seeing Mom on TV, but the room was dim, and I couldnât tell if they had tears in their eyes or not. I did, but I didnât want anyone to see. I miss Mom so much, but I didnât want people to think that I feel sorry for her or for myself because of what she brought on herself, Dad, and all of us. Sometimes, you just have to let people suffer for their own sins, or they will never learn their lesson. Sometimes, you have to cut your losses, like Dad always says.
Then the news anchor said that the verdict was guilty and the sentence was five to seven years in prison. My whole body started to sweat, but I felt really cold, which is exactly how I felt when I got malaria that one time and Mom took care of me day and night. Percy yelled, âWhat?â And then he yelled, âNo. No way!â Another picture of Mom standing to hear the verdict flashed on the screen.
And then Stretch, who hardly ever says anything nice about anyone, said, âYou kids look hard at that woman. There goes one of the last martyrs for a truly good cause.â
And even though I donât understand exactly what that means, I think itâs quite a compliment. The camera panned to a bunch of people with signs and candles lit for Mom! A reporter interviewed one of the supporters, an older, smart-looking woman who said, âTheyâve put the wrong person on trial, and Iâm ashamed to live in a country where a good woman like this goes to prison for doing whatâs right.â One person held up a sign that said, PUT THE PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANIES ON TRIAL ! Another sign said, WOMENâS HEALTH CARE IS THE WHOLE WORLDâS PROBLEM !
Those people made me remember Anne Frank again, and how, if you really think about it, Anne Frank and her family were breaking the law by not going to ghettos like the Nazis wanted them to. It made me think that sometimes laws are wrong.
But then I thought, that canât be right, because what if everyone thought they were above the law? If you ask me, itâs really hard to figure out when you should follow the law or when you should break it, like Anne Frank and Mom.
Sheryl brought a Kleenex to Percy, and even though heâs twelve years old, like me, he bawled like a baby into her chest. He was crying so hard I donât even think he thought one second about Sherylâs enormous breasts in an inappropriate way. Pauly is too little to understand. He asked Stretch if Mom was coming to live at the farm now, too. And Stretch told him not just yet. Pauly said that when she did come, she could
I mean, if Mom really didnât believe in what Dad was doing and really didnât think his motives were pure in collecting money from all the donors and stuff, there were probably a million other ways to deal with it rather than getting arrested for giving out medical aid for free and being on the evening news. Even though I think about our familyâs situation almost constantly, I still canât understand it or figure out how to fix it.
Sometimes, I sort of feel like Anne Frank, a girl killed by the Nazis, who wrote a really good book called Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl . In it, she talks about being âa bundle of contradictions.â I feel exactly like that, too. Many times, I wish I had someone smart like her to talk to. And even though Anne Frank never accepted Jesus Christ as her personal Lord and Savior, I think sheâs in heaven, and Iâll probably get to meet her someday, and I have a feeling weâll really hit it off way better than I hit it off with June Bug, who doesnât know much about pain and suffering.
I looked around to see how Percy and Pauly were reacting to seeing Mom on TV, but the room was dim, and I couldnât tell if they had tears in their eyes or not. I did, but I didnât want anyone to see. I miss Mom so much, but I didnât want people to think that I feel sorry for her or for myself because of what she brought on herself, Dad, and all of us. Sometimes, you just have to let people suffer for their own sins, or they will never learn their lesson. Sometimes, you have to cut your losses, like Dad always says.
Then the news anchor said that the verdict was guilty and the sentence was five to seven years in prison. My whole body started to sweat, but I felt really cold, which is exactly how I felt when I got malaria that one time and Mom took care of me day and night. Percy yelled, âWhat?â And then he yelled, âNo. No way!â Another picture of Mom standing to hear the verdict flashed on the screen.
And then Stretch, who hardly ever says anything nice about anyone, said, âYou kids look hard at that woman. There goes one of the last martyrs for a truly good cause.â
And even though I donât understand exactly what that means, I think itâs quite a compliment. The camera panned to a bunch of people with signs and candles lit for Mom! A reporter interviewed one of the supporters, an older, smart-looking woman who said, âTheyâve put the wrong person on trial, and Iâm ashamed to live in a country where a good woman like this goes to prison for doing whatâs right.â One person held up a sign that said, PUT THE PHARMACEUTICAL COMPANIES ON TRIAL ! Another sign said, WOMENâS HEALTH CARE IS THE WHOLE WORLDâS PROBLEM !
Those people made me remember Anne Frank again, and how, if you really think about it, Anne Frank and her family were breaking the law by not going to ghettos like the Nazis wanted them to. It made me think that sometimes laws are wrong.
But then I thought, that canât be right, because what if everyone thought they were above the law? If you ask me, itâs really hard to figure out when you should follow the law or when you should break it, like Anne Frank and Mom.
Sheryl brought a Kleenex to Percy, and even though heâs twelve years old, like me, he bawled like a baby into her chest. He was crying so hard I donât even think he thought one second about Sherylâs enormous breasts in an inappropriate way. Pauly is too little to understand. He asked Stretch if Mom was coming to live at the farm now, too. And Stretch told him not just yet. Pauly said that when she did come, she could
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