Tears of Blood

I really can't express how much I love my kids. It is strange, but I believe that God has given me the gift of loving other children as if they were own--that deep of love. It is for the reason I am so deeply pained by the situation so many of my kids are in.

For instance, today one of my students told me that she at 8 years-old, was forced to smoke marijuana by her older sister--who is 11. I was in shock. This was casual lunch conversation. Then, another of my students--the one I call Hannah Montana--told me that one of the kids in my grade was in real trouble with her dad. I asked if he was drunk and she said that he was always drunk. With no small amount of fear, I asked if he ever hit her. She told me that he hits them all of the time.

I am tempted to drive right down there to her house and demand that he give me the kids. But that will likely only make things worse for them today. I plan on reporting this to Child Protective Services tomorrow (along with the drug incident).

Hannah Montana herself told me that her Aunt hits her too. That is a total of 7 children whom I have to report in just 20 days of school.

I ask you to please, please, please pray for my children. What horrors do they know behind close doors?