The Meaning of God Help the Outcasts


"What do they have agisn't people who are different anyway"? - Esmeralda

I've been pondering that very question most of my life. I was born with a slight case of CP. All that ment to me was I walked a little differently then the other kids I knew. I was fine with that fact and tried to lead as happy of life as possiible. About 8 years ago my world came crashing down. I was physically abused by a dentist when I was 6. He paralyzed me for life and my once happy life became more and more of a stuggle to keep. I suffered panic attacks, lost bowl control, became a 99 percent stutter, and went though agonizing years of both physical and speach theapy. I trusted no one, I talked to no one. My heart sank into a deep depression that nothing could sooth. Nothing that is execpt music. When HBOND came out I was introduced to the song "God Help The Outcasts". That song explained it all, everything that my stuttering voice couldn't say. Ever since that fateful summer day I had been considerd an outcast. No one talked to me, people feared "The wheelchair girl ". That song is my theme for now and always.

Jamie Farrar

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