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Both Canada and Russia alike haven't suffered as badly as the US in regards to the spread of the Coronavirus. Is this mainly due to geography and people abiding proper safety measures?I have no idea what is going on in Russia but I can speak for Canada, especially in comparison to the USA.I live in rural Alberta, a town of only 1,000, I’m not currently working so I’ve spent my time at home watching the news. I rotate between a Canadian news network and an American one.It is like they are reporting from different planets.Canada has provincial healthcare services, it’s not a national system, so there are ten provincial systems and 3 territorial ones. The news generally consists of one provincial health minister after another giving updates on how their province is doing. Most updates consist of;Number tests carried out.Number of new cases reportedtravel relatedcommunity transmissionTotal casesHome quarantinedHospitalizedICU patientsnumber recoveredNumber of hospital beds and ICU beds available.number occupied by covid-19 patientsnumber occupied by other patientsnumber still freeThe updates are usually given by doctors and/or scientists. Politicians are only required when they change something or announce new restrictions.The winner of the Emmy award for virus reporting is definitely Alberta’s top Health Officer Dr. Hinshaw and her periodic table dress. (By a Canadian designer BTW)A scientist through and through who has been giving accurate and honest information in a calm and cool manner from day one.A local artist has even written a song about her. She is our guiding star.Then I turn to the U.S. channel to see how they are doing.It looks more like a political debate that an emergency response. Every “news” conference seems to go like this.President makes some ridiculous claim.His experts try to explain “what he really meant”, or in other words what is the truth.President explains that he and the “experts” just see things differently.President or V.P. announces they are praying that the malaria drug works (Mar. 21, 2020)When the U.S. experts are asked “How many” anything, the answer is “A lot”When asked “When” the answer is “Soon”When asked how they are doing, the superlatives flow like sickeningly sweet syrup, but nothing definite is disclosed. No names, no numbers and certainly no national guidance.Any difference in the outcome between Canada and the USA will be due to.Canada’s experience gained fighting the SARS outbreak.Canada’s scientific fact-based response.Canada’s citizens may exhibit more “civil obedience” than Americans. See the spring break videos from Florida.

My three daughters left home on the last day of school, which was the start of June, in 2013. They were 15, 14, and 10 years old. But it was not until two weeks later that I had any idea they were GONE. That made it that much more terrible. No warning, no preparation, and there were all of these things that I did not realize were the very last times I would get to do them with my daughters, until it was too late. I didn't know we weren't going to the pool that summer, and I didn't know I would never bake them a birthday cake again, or even serve them dinner, for that matter. They nonchalantly walked out our front door and I probably exclaimed “have fun on your trip!” Or something to that extent. I don't remember, because I did not know it was the last time they would walk out the front door of our home, the way they had so many times before. If I had known, I would have hugged and kissed them as they walked out the door, and likely, never let them go.I have thought about that over and over. The annoyed attitude my 14 year old had that afternoon on her way out the door, with her entourage of neighborhood kids, when I told her not to go too far, because her Dad had called and wanted to get them for his two weeks of the summer, beginning as soon as hetnd avoid trial with their final unconstitutional default judgement for soul custody or their illegal ex parte emergency custody hearing at the onset of this injustice, but it has all drastically changed everything about my opinion of our government and its justice system. The legal end of it is completely unrelated to right and wrong. No matter what they claim, it becomes very apparent in court that the best interest of the children is not what their decision is based upon. It is all politics. I was the only one who ever dedicated my time and efforts to my kids enough to know their best interests, and that was what all my decisions were based upon, while their dad never was able to put his kids first. I know what they did to my family, and I know that it was wrong with every sense of my being. They have been gone for 6.5 years. In battling this hideous abuse, I have lost my job, my home, my pride in motherhood, my belief in our government systems, and most often, my will to live. My daughters have now been brainwashed for so long, without any mature adult influence to explain to them how damaging this action has been, to themselves and their entire maternal side of their family, which has essentially been completely erased after being perpetually actively involved in their lives since birth. They have been surrounded by a few adults who love to lie, and will explain what happens in a way that paints me in a negative light every time.You will hear people say that it is a difference in parenting styles which causes parental alienation. But in my case it was more like a complete lack thereof on the part of my ex and his cohorts. They made my kids feel like any actual normal-range parenting was abusive and unloving. They were treated as peers. It began with them bleaching and dying their hair as young as 9 and the main problem was the frequency of their hair dying, which was once or even twice a month, but later became more of an issue when my daughter was in high school marching band, which required uniformity, and she would come home from her dad's with rainbow colored hair, which was not going to look natural one bit, forcing me to go out and buy brown hair dye on Sunday night so she did not get in trouble at school the next day. Their stepmom knew what she was doing. I found out years after they left that my daughter had gotten her belly button pierced when she was 12 years old, and that she had been told to hide this from me, as they were told with anything that a reasonable parent would take issue with. Their dad never would have condoned making his daughter into a sex symbol at any age when we were married. My oldest daughter shames me for being the last to know about when she lost her virginity, because she “knew I would just get upset”, and saying that she first told her dad's wife, who simply asked if she used protection. She was fourteen. That is not a difference in parenting; that is statutory rape and just asking if she used protection does not make her a better mother. It makes her contributing to the delinquency of a minor. But they were frequently dropped off at their boyfriends houses without any supervision, so their promiscuity at a young age was not only condoned, it even seemed promoted. Sex is one of the many things that are illegal for a child at fourteen, because at that age they can't be trusted to make responsible decisions, but for some strange reason, the courts have chosen to allow a child of fourteen to decide to live with the parent who allows them to do all the illegal things, and they take no issue with that. They aren't allowed to vote because they believe it would just add to the number of votes given to parents, as children would just go along with what their parents believe. Yet they can somehow believe in court that a child chooses to eliminate a parent in a choice that is completely unswayed by the favored parent.A brief example that epitomizes how parental alienation worked for my ex, is the story of my middle daughter, when she was 12 or 13, and began begging to play basketball in her church's league. She was always one of those girls that when anyone saw her, they would exclaim, “I bet she plays basketball!” She was already a towering 6′ at that age, so I agreed to take her to the practices so she could learn the sport and see how she did. It was several weeks, and she got better and better. Her height was an amazing advantage, and she was beginning to learn to use her advantage, and not be shy about it. The first game was on her Dad's Saturday and I was working on that day, so I gave him the info for the snacks that we were supposed to bring and the time, and of course I call later that day and she had not gone. Her dad claimed he tried waking her that morning and she had decided she did not want to play. The end, no show, no call to the coach, no snacks for the team: they just went back to sleep. I don't think I have to say it, but I would have taken her to play her first game. I would have told her that she made a commitment and her team was counting on her to be there(and to bring the snacks). She was sleepy, after staying up late at her dad's. She often didn't want to go to school either, but that didn't change that she was going to go, it was planned, and we don't just not show up when we make a choice to not go to sleep at a reasonable hour. She was liking basketball. She was good at it, and excited about her first game, after all her hard work. He let her bail because it was easier on HIM to not make her go. She had taken a team photo, had a uniform, the whole nine yards, and just didn't go back. There are alot of things that you never think about as a parent, things like making her wake up and go to the game, that your kids don't think about either, because they have a great game and forget all about not having wanted to get up that morning. Until there are people who leave your parenting team and start to wage a war against you, and against parenting.I don't think it is possible that my kids could ever understand the full extent of how they were manipulated, and it is probably alot worse than even I know. In their heads, their dad and his wife and mother were just helping to point out things that should make them hate me, so that they could form their own opinion. Things like when we were riding home from my daughter’s birthday celebration at the mall, during which she decided we would see a movie at the mall theatre, and cut her shopping spree short, with several friends and her sisters in tow, but most importantly, her little boyfriend, holding hands with her all evening, and she gets a text from her stepmom asking what she got for her birthday, followed up with “that's ALL YOU GOT?” and a few expletives. A text that should have said “happy birthday! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY because YOU ARE WONDERFUL! WE LOVE YOU!” But, no. Even on my daughter’s birthday, her stepmom found a way to change the focus to my inadequacy as a mother, when she could have made the focus giving the birthday girl the best day possible. Their childhood was stolen from them. Their joy was clouded with hate, and their perpetual sunshine became tainted with melancholy rain. They may never understand that none of this had to happen. In one of our short-lived therapy sessions I asked my daughter how she could sleep at night after telling lies and standing by why her dad told lies about their own mom, who had always been there for them, and she blurted out, “I'm fine! I sleep fine, because we got what we wanted!” Later on, she told me that this was what she considered to be “just". Because they paid a lawyer, told her what they wanted and that is what she got them. Our children are learning this mutation of justice which eliminates truth from the equation and turns lying into a means to an end. Most poignantly to me, is that they have a little sister at home, who thought they hung the stars and moon, and losing her sisters changed her forever. It changed her entire life as she knew it: her home, her family, her mom, as I lost my identity and still seem to be searching for it. Everything she knew, and had counted on, at 4 years old, walked out the door without any decent explanation. She still refers to their leaving as her “sisters ran away.” But she also includes them on every school paper that asks about her family, without really even remembering who they were. She has alot of pictures and will never ever forget them, but I don't think she will ever not have a fear of everyone in her life going away. That was too much for a four year old girl, and she never should have been put through this, regardless of whatever excuse they will use to have eliminated me.Parental alienation feels like death to the alienated parent. But to the children, it is like being convinced to assist in the murder of their own parent, that they spent their entire lives loving, looking up to, and learning from. There are so many horrible things this does to them. But my kids never should have hated me, and I know that is right. In the years following my assassination, this woman who erased and replaced me, has never ceased to blame me for each and every downfall in their lives, and continues to torment me to this day with harassing messages and comments on social media. She had my daughter call a few years ago and demand that I send child support or go to prison, while having fed her a half jar of moonshine to relax her nerves enough to make the call. After not having heard her voice in years. Once, in a moment of clarity, my daughter said that during that phone call, with her stepmom in her ear telling her every hateful word to repeat to me, she understood what a horrible thing parental alienation was. But I guess she forgot that.Most recently, I received a card in the mail this past week that basically commanded me to consume male genatalia, in pop-up fashion. The online note that was connected to it claimed it was send by my 3 daughters and said “thanks for nothing!” Although we haven't spoken in some time, I messaged my youngest and asked plainly if she had anything to do with sending me a hateful greeting card, and she thankfully answered that it was not her. Which I knew already. It was just necessary for me to verify it, to avoid letting that woman convince me otherwise in the future. This woman not only wanted to ruin my day, as the name of the greeting card company entails, but she really wanted me to believe that her time with my daughters had affected them to a point that they would be as cold and spiteful as she is. Instead, I got a reminder of just how wrong all of this has been, because I can tell you that there is not a bone in my body that would ever persuade me to send a card like that to any soul on this planet.How did we come to a place in our society in which we have companies that run off of hate. We teach our children not to bully, yet in adulthood, bullying turns a profit, especially in our justice system. I think the majority of us grow up believing and relying on the good of humanity to save us when the very worst evil attacks, when the truth is, the only thing that will save you is money. Alot of it.And still, none of it feels real; it was simply that unbelievable. Every bit of propaganda out there leads you to believe that they never take kids from good, loving moms. It is all a lie, and when it happens, it seems like you are the only one who knows it. It is insane that there is just nothing you can do about it, it seems, no matter how you fight.**Update** !!! 2020So, first it was my youngest(17) that messaged me, in Febuary. Then my middle(21) daughter, who I knew was out on her own already. And after pealing back a few layers of cover stories, I was finally told that they are both here, renting a home with their boyfriends and a few more roommates. while their dad, his wife, mother, and my oldest daughter(22) moved about 1000 miles away.That is right, she is still 17, until July. He, who demanded soul custody, could not even sit tight until she is 18. He moved to seek employment up north, back at the start of the school year. She would have graduated this year. Not the best year for graduating; she would not have had a graduation, I guess. But he let my youngest daughter, honor student, drop out, in favor of taking charter school, to keep her schedule open, so she could work, and stay here in the south. I don't know still exactly how she convinced him to let her stay, other than she had to promise to not contact me. They all left in September, and it wasn't until January that my daughters got the nerve to contact me. They were terrified that their dad would come get her and take her up north. At very least, shut off her phone, which would he like death to a 17 year old girl. But her real reasoning she had to stay was that her boyfriend is here, of 2.5 years, yet her dad has never met him. She has kept him a secret because apparently he never dropped his racism, and he will never except her dating someone outside her race. When she told me that, I knew what she was feeling. It broke my heart. She knows he is wrong, but she still loves her dad desperately, and she just wishes that he loved her. She knows that he would love whoever she loved if he truly loved her. He is hurting her heart. I mean, SHE WALKED AWAY FROM HER MOM FOR HIM, and he can't accept her dating someone with a slightly better tan than he has? She now chooses to hide him so that she does not have to lose her dad. She hates his racism. She still loves him. She already lost her mom for so many years. She is not ready to lose her dad yet.But, she came to see me! 7 years, and she came to MY HOUSE TO SEE ME! It did take a couple monthes before she was out and about, as they are having trouble finding jobs, have no car, and no money, but they are in love and they have eachother. I had not seen her in almost 7 years. When I opened the door, I grabbed her and held her, and we both fought back the tears, with her saying “I'm ok. This is just TOO much.” And it was. And it never had to be. To have all of those feeling of love and happiness, while simultaneously seeing the years that I missed, that her dad stole, that I will never get with her. She was the closest to me. She said she just did what her sisters were doing, I could not have imagined her standing up and saying she actually just wanted to stay with Mom, with all of them ganged up against me and two weeks until she would get to go back home, so I have always understood her move. But she said “I was only a little kid. All I knew was that you were always with me, and then one day: you weren't anymore.” She says she doesn't remember alot about her youth.You always hear that kids are resilient. Well, they are, in terms of survival, and making the best of the situation. They just want to live a normal life, and will do whatever it takes: suppress happy memories, try to forget their mother and their grandparents and aunts, uncles, and cousins that all gave them so much love and attention. Just so they don't sink into a dark depression. They were told they made their own choice, they only blamed themselves for the bed they were now forced to lie in, but what you see and what is going on within them is a completely different story. I mean, we are talking these were girls that had noone they felt safe to even tell that they missed their mom. Not a sole, until they started talking between eachother. Initially I think their oldest sister was a spy, and ratted them out for missing me, getting them in trouble several times. I had NO conduit the entire time since they left. My girls just kept up the story that their stepmom and their dad told. I said stepmom first because she is the talker. My girls now say that the woman “Coralined" them. If you aren't familiar with the Tim Burton flick, the girl has an alternate reality she could choose to leave her current reality for and this other reality includes “the other mother".(which is ironically what they has made the call me at their dad's house; “tom”, for short. While they were to call their stepmom “mom"). The Other Mother makes everything seem so exciting and wonderful, like who could not want to live with her, over her boring mom. The only visible difference in her alternate reality mother is her button eyes, and come to find out, once you choose her, she wants to sew buttons on your eyes as well! Their step mom put on quite an act, up until they made their decision. Then she could bask in her victory just before settling in to her own agenda, and drop that act. At which point they say she began to sleep all day, and delegate the entire chore list for the house to my three girls. Her new house keepers. Her schedule was to wake up at 5pm, make dinner and then drink all night long, while their dad went to bed. And apparently, she rages in her alcoholism.Kids may keep going, they may be able to continue and wear a smile as often as possible, but that doesn't mean they are not being MESSED UP, IMMENSELY.She is still my bright, perceptive daughter. She says things like, “wow. I am really starting to realize how bad it messed me up to lose my mom.” Seeing me awakenththr rektI have been working on this update a while, so there are updates on it as well.Mothers day 2020~Amid the covid, and quarantine, I had the MOST AMAZING MOTHERS DAY. 3 daughters, under one roof, and it was MY roof! They were sweet, respectful, just completely AMAZING! And their boyfriends were very sweet to let me have that time with my girls and forgo their mothers day with their own mothers. But we had a few hours, exchanged many gifts, and hugs, and tears. They gave me a card and a flower in a vase, my younger daughter had painted a painting for me, and my middle daughter made two loaves of artisan bread, from scratch, for me. I could not have asked for more. My middle daughter is a talker like I have become, and she was pretty much grown when she left, but you would not believe how tall she is. Her 6'3" frame towers over everyone in sight. Her voice sounds like mine. But I am glad I had the initial visit with my youngest on her own, because she did not get too many words in with all of us, and every time she opens her mouth to speak, it is shocking to me, because she had such a little squeaky voice when she left.Still working on the oldest. But she is far away. And unfortunately, through all of this, I have learned that her son is not with her. The father of her son wound up being a boy I had no idea existed, and she did a DNA test and moved in with him, at his grandmas house. Keep in mind, she has been mentally shattered through all of this, but she, at some point abandoned her children and declared she did not want to be a mom anymore. ^^cringe^^. I know, but this is another example of what happens to alienated children in adulthood. She got lost along the way. But she shortly after changed her mind. She went to retrieve her babies and they handed her daughter over but not her son. So she moved with her dad and step mom and then came back to try again. YEP. She and her stepmom were met with a restraining order that would not let her near her son. She had already, without realizing, signed a document that allowed the great grandma to change the baby's last name to her grand son's last name. But at some point she accheived a temporary custody order, and states that she has an attorney and is seeking permanent custody. This may be in part due to the father being locked up for a joy ride in a stolen vehicle, drunk, which caused the serious injuries of 2 construction workers on the interstate when he ran a truck off the road into them. He is being held without bond since Sept. Has not seen a judge yet, in June.She says she is waiting on an apology from me. I told her that families don't always have to agree, but they have to pull together in times of need, like to get her son back, and we can work on the other stuff later. To which she replied “my EGO won't let me talk to you without an apology. I knew you could not do it. Have fun in your sh%#^y life.” She cusses just like her stepmother all the time. Prefers to refer to me as her step mom does, with the “c" word. She doesn't seem to understand that she is exemplifying the ability of her father and stepmom as parents with her disrespect and rudeness. She does not know that her sisters are back in my life. She really needs to humble herself and understand that she is 22 years old. She is not going to dangle herself and my grandkids in front of my face and demand her way anymore. I am the one offering to help her, despite the complications it would add to my life. She is the one who needs help now. She does not even see how shallow and petty her defense of her “ego" is. She has nothing she can state I need to apologize for, just the vague “you messed me up as a child.” It gets vaguer and vaguer throughout the years, with lies being exposed little by little. The already weak ground she stood on has entirely dissolved. But she was always a daddy's girl, and her stepmom had somewhat of an unhealthy abnormal obsession with her from the start. Posting photos of my daughter all over her Facebook, but none of her own daughter and none of my other daughters. It all led to her golden child status. Which she desperately clings to. Enough to give up the entire side of her family that was always there for her, loved her, and provided her stability and security. But she wants to move out of her dad's, according to her sisters. It just never works out for her. When she married her daughter's father, although they had lived together for a short time before, they never ended up living together once they were married. Strange, huh? Why would anyone lead her to believe that was acceptable or a normal thing? He ended up in rehab after the dna test for her son, decidedly ending her marriage. She has had probably 10 boyfriends since then, in maybe a year and a half. Don't get me wrong. I don't say this to belittle my daughter in any way. She has a hard time getting attached in any real way, due to her dad leaving and then him getting rid of me. That is bound to screw any kid up. She was a daddy's girl and he left. She took the brunt of the divorce. She was so close in age with her sister, that she did not get alot of mommy time, and once her sister was born, she was only 13 months old and now had daddy to carry her, as my arms were full. She started drifting when her dad left for Iraq. She felt abandoned. She lost interest in learning and started getting distracted. It makes sense. She liked to show off her school work to her daddy. He must not have liked it because he went away. That was her thinking anyways. That he didn't want to be around. She was depressed, but kids can show it in different ways. But by the time he left me for their stepmom, the visitation schedule of every other weekend, was more than they had seen their dad in as long as they could remember. When he didn't call to cancel at the last second, which he did alot when they were young enough to not remember. I just didn't build them up for it, in case it didn't happen. But they immediately liked their stepmom. They saw it as gaining another mommy. It hurt, but they were happy, and that was all that mattered to me. But when she started getting behind in school, she was diagnosed Adhd. Over and over, throughout school. A few years ago I found out they had her diagnosed as Aspergers, high functioning autism. Kind of makes sense, but also doesn't in some ways. I have a hard time seeing how they could diagnose her as anything without her medical history, as I was the only one who was there her entire life and went to all her doctors visits. Especially with her now claiming they added “childhood trauma” onto her diagnoses. I don't know what she is thinking that I did, or what they are telling her, but the ONLY thing from her life that fits into that diagnoses is her dad leaving and her dad alienating me from her. And I am thinking she has not asked him for an apology. I could tell her I am sorry for marrying her dad, but I am thinking that may not go over that well. But she is the hardest to talk to because of her learning disabilities, whatever they may be. It has made her the most susceptible to their brainwashing. It makes no difference to her if what they say makes any sense at all or even if she has recollection that differs, she some how will go along with every word she hears from them like they were there. She listens to her stepmom, who was not in her life until she was 7, and says that she is her real mom and she wants to have a paper to give her that says she adopted her. It is just in attempt to hurt me, and seems so absurd to me, that it just doesn't hurt at all. It is beneath me at this point. That kind of game playing, when she has her own children now to think about and raise. I may have already said this, but she gave her daughter the same middle name as her stepmom. I guess because her own middle name was the same as mine. Stepmom could not wait to tell me that. You know, after she was there for my grand daughter's birth instead of me. She waited a day or two when my grandson was born, and then proceeded to trash-talk my daughter's husband to me, like what she said would ever make me think less of the father of my granddaughter. It just comes natural to that woman: alienation. She is the repeater of the vicious cycle. For whatever reason she does not speak to her own mom, and she wants my kids to be like her.My girls may eventually lay the line down with them and tell them they need their mom, and if they don't like it, to get over it. But I think, for one, they will be waiting until my youngest is 18 next month. I just have to share a pic with you. Even though I am making a weird face in it. My middle daughter is the tall one, the next over is 17, and my baby is on the far right, just tickled to see what her sisters even look like now. She has a hard time remembering which is which with my two oldest, who were close in age and have similar names.She has learned to take everything in stride, as she has gotten her hopes up before, and realized that disappointment usually follows. As hard as this is to explain to adults, I am amazed at how she has picked up on what happened, little by little, as she has gotten older. Her first grade teacher seemed to understand her pretty well, awarding her the year-end superlative of “Tolerance", which I found entirely accurate and strangely profound for a first grade teacher. (She was wonderful: patient and caring.)I will never add this update if I don't stop adding on, I know, but one last thing. Beings that it has been a month now since I have seen them, and when they left they had planned on coming the next weekend and spending the night. I have realized how incredibly anti-climactic this was. Now that they are, for all intents and purposes, grown. Now that I am not fighting for my children's rights to be raised by their whole family, and for my civil right to to live free from fear that anyone will come into my homP]⁰0⁰ppp0e and take my kids or disturb my right to liberty. Now that it is just over. I realiz j77.. aPy to receive justice in my case, for my family. And I am now left to attempt to help them sort out how to survive in this world without the education they would have had if they had not been allowed to leave their stabile, loving home in favor of….well, we will just say, “Dad's". Left to pick up the pieces of shattered natural attachment capabilities. Left to help them figure out any ways they can heal from the last 7 years, and try to learn from them how to just let it go, because as it is, I don't feel I could ever possibly let go of this. Not in anger, as most immediately assume, but out of oppression, really. They seem to want to move on, forget it ever happened, just have a mom on occasion, and maybe only because their dad left them here with zero support system if they were to follow his commands to not contact me. But I have this constant awareness that my entire life was thrown violently off course. Off of my planned and predestined path I had laid out for myself, despite having already reroute once before all this. They don't seem to understand that every moment of every day is a constant reminder of what happened. Of what life was like before, and what it isn't now. But why would they? Why would I expect them to understand emotions that I had not come to know until a few years ago. Why would I want them to grasp the depth of a pain they will never know. With there attachment issues, I am starting to see that they may be much more suited for survival in this life. They seem to take serious break-ups in stride. When that kind of thing would have devestated me at their age. Yes. He left her. The boy she stayed here in Georgia to be with, decided he was not ready to “adult", and moved back home where his parents could feed him while he played video games. She just says she loved him and it hurt, but she knows they were not good together. But, knowing she had not fallen apart, and thinking that maybe they would be able to carry on better than I did if something like this happens to them one day. I will always think it is hideous to erase that attachment, the bond of mother and child, but considering that is what they are doing, maybe there is no other way to get over the loss of that bond. It may be best for them to never have it with their child, than to have it broken. Since it would seem there is no way to stop this corruption in our courts. Is it best to just go along, and allow this transformation of society….into one emotionless gender role. Sorry, I could go on about that all day, but I really wanted to update you all that have been so kind in the comments, related to me with similar stories, and even prayed for us, because it worked. I pray for you all to find peace and love in your journeys toward you children. Even that one mean man, because he must be really sad and miserable to troll these pages of heartbreak looking to wound the wounded. I hope he learns to embrace empathy, for the sake of the survivors. If you have a hard time feeling empathy for moms because you are a dad, you could try this: remember your childhood with your mother. If you were close with your mother and felt loved, imagine how it would have hurt you to have lost her. If you did lose your mother for one reason or another, try to remember how much you wished you had your mother. Or like this woman who has legally kidnapped my grandson; she has not thought about what he will feel one day when he finds out that his mother wasn't removed from his life by the state. She didn't abandon him. She had a momentary lapse in judgement, and the woman he is being raised by was able to use that mistake as a means by which to keep her all to herself, and prevent him from knowing the maternal side of his family, even his half sister. When he finds out that he didn't have a mom his whole life because of this woman (the truth), I can not imagine a scenario that would not end with him feeling betrayed and lied to, and never being able to trust her again. And if her track record with raising boys serves her, he will be stealing her car before escaping her house.I really actually dread the day Karma rears her head on certain people. I have never enjoyed the thought of human suffering. I don't even like Nascar. I would rather everyone be happy and live peacefully. On their own accord. Not having to hurt others to build themselves up or entertain anyone. Sounds like a fairy tale, huh? What would everyone do without the eternal bullying of our government to keep us adhering to their lists of commands?

Match-frame edits between scenes are undoubtedly some of the most visually powerful techniques I’ve seen and used in my work. I can think of no better way of connecting two juxtaposing ideas.Here’s one of the best examples I know of, I think it was scored by Jonathon Elias and designed by @radical.media for Nike:I still get a lump in my throat when I watch it and find it just as superlative today as when I first saw it submitted for an AICP award at least ten years ago.My advice is to forget about looking for tricks to elevate a production, because they don’t get you closer to style or substance. Instead, look for what moves you in the work of those who’ve elevated their craft to the level of art and study the moments that give you chills. You’ll likely find visual devices (tricks if you prefer) executed so well they’re almost invisible. Those are the things worthy of study.Good luck!