"Grab some clothes and get into the van, now."
For an instant, that directive, and the tone in which it was issued, had the opposite of its intended effect: Korrin and our five older children, momentarily paralyzed by shock, looked at me in alarm. There was something in both the tone of my voice, and the expression on my face, that was new and a little frightening. None of them had seen my "game face" before. They were seeing it now.
Just seconds earlier, Korrin and I had been confronted on our doorstep by two very nice, well-dressed women who informed us that an anonymous "child endangerment" complaint had been filed with the Child Protective Services.
One of the visitors was a social worker we've known for several years, and consider a friend. The other was a stranger who introduced herself as a CPS investigator. She intended to inspect our home and speak with our children.
After being summoned to the doorstep, I had ushered our children into our house and closed the door behind me. Short of being removed by force, there was no way I was going to permit a CPS investigator to have access to our home as long as our children were vulnerable to government abduction.
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When you think
it's time to start burying your guns.
It's already too late.
LIVE and let live.
outstanding article!
a MUST read.
i vote this goes on the front page.
I second the front page.
Thanks again. stayed in my mind all day!
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. ~ Walter Winchell
Done. :-)
Thank you Khomar.
It is much easier for me to deal calmly with a situation with forseen knowledge. It seems packed bags in closets would be a great idea. Thanks :)
A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. ~ Walter Winchell