Below I have copied and pasted a post from Cindy Bodie's blog. Her son, Chuy, tells his story and it's a story that millions need to read. I was afraid if I just posted the link that you might not click on it. Cindy & Chuy have given me permission to post his story here.
E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E. needs to read this. Please send comments to Cindy's blog because she is forwarding them to Chuy's phone.
Chuy, You are A.w.e.s.o.m.e.!!!
Do not miss a word....
My 16 year old son wrote this lengthy, gut-wrenching narrative last night. I have his permission, of course, to share it. He uses his given name here, not the nickname we call him by. I am not proofreading, nor breaking it into paragraphs, this is his story, and it's staggeringly horrific, very, very painful to read.
I cried my eyeballs out about it. Sobbed until late last night. The only thing I'd disagree about is even though he referred to me as aged, at that time that we met I was only 47. He thinks he remembers face makeup on me then. I don't ever wear face makeup. I must've had on some scary lipstick or something that day.
I deeply, deeply love him. I admire and respect him. I am blown away by his words. I am certain that he will grow up to be an amazing man.