BTW, I'm glad to know there are others out there who also can't turn away from these horrific, stomach-turning cases with little victims. When I first read about Baby Brianna, I was so sick to my stomach. I was asked, "well, why did you read it? It's so horrible" So I had to wonder. Finally, I figured out that I feel like someone has to hear their stories - because their voices weren't heard in life. I realized that I feel like someone has to care - because they were neglected and abused in life. I realized that I can't stop looking, despite my queasy stomach, because the little victims had gotten a foothold in my heart and I couldn't just turn it off. I am a mom, and when I look at pictures, or read the stories, I associate the poor kids with my own children. I'm not a perfect mom. I've been too soft, I've been too hard, I've spoiled them, I've been impatient and yelled. I've made mistakes. But they are alive and well and safe and LOVED.... Fed and cuddled and nagged about schoolwork and grounded and celebrated on their birthdays. I would die for my kids without hesitation. When I see victims like Chance, my heart breaks knowing what they went through. Any kid - infants to teens - when I read their stories, they set up camp in my heart and mind. I'm glad to know a) I'm not nuts (or if I am, I'm in good company with others who fall in love with kids they never met) and b) if only once it hits the news, these poor kiddos are loved, obsessed over, and prayed for. Anyway, had to get that out. I fell asleep and woke up with little Chance on my mind. Happy Friday everyone (-: