Truly a tragic end to a young life... a personal account

When I found her, it was obvious she had been badly abused and wasn’t long for this world. My heart leapt into my throat when I realized she was so very young and yet had been around the block a time or two, in a manner of speaking. She wasn’t able to tell me her name, but I could see that she had been blonde and pretty at one time. Now, she was dirty and broken and needed someone to be gentle and tender with her, especially in this delicate condition. She was dressed in white shorts with black polka dots and a short sleeved tee with a picture of a little Scottie dog on it. Her hair was disheveled and she wore no shoes. I thought how cold she must have been, lying out there in the dirt. It was purely by chance that I saw her and knelt by her side to assess the situation. She had been beaten pretty badly. Her feet and lower legs looked as if some wild animal had bitten them several times, so that the skin was broken and her bones were visibly poking through, the right foot being the worst of the wounds. She had a stab wound on her left knee that had cleanly sliced through next to the kneecap. Three fingers on her left hand had been ground to stubs while the right hand appeared to have been burned. The worst of the injuries, however, was to her neck. It appeared to be broken and when I tried to pick her up to move her, it became obvious to me that some sort of miracle would be necessary for her to survive in this world. I was afraid that it might already be too late for this young blonde one and my heart broke. I brought her home to my family and my own young daughter grieved most pitifully, realizing that time had run out for her young friend. No amount of expert medical care would be sufficient for the unnamed blonde. We knew there was nothing more we could do for her.



So we tossed her in the trash can along with her head and ate dinner.



Poor off-brand Barbie doll.



What? What did YOU think I was talking about?