Well I was away at friends for a bit and just caught up on this thread this morning.
Proplog, I know at this point that nothing I can say will affect your thinking. But you know, I work everyday with kids who've been through the toughest stuff imaginable. That line about everybody going through the same level of stuff - bulls**t. Completely and totally. And so here's a scenario for you.
I have a good life. I'm in college w/two jobs that are amazing; I get to work with some of the top research scientists in my field in the world. I will not for two moments give myself all the credit for coming from where I was - the love of dear people in my life and their kindness and compassion helped me greatly. So when I work with these kids I don't tell them to grow up, get over it. I don't minimize their pain. I let them talk and never shame them. And they open up to me and they attach, and they are able to have love which in their world is priceless and rare. Then they are open enough to listen to me, and I can see the changes they make after we talk. They think my life is great and they know I've been through tough stuff and they see that as a hope - Cady's made it, so can I. But they will not attach or open up or trust me if I berate them.
Sorry, but at this point you've tapped into that maternal instinct of protection I have for the children I work with. Tell me to grow up and toughen up and whatever sh*t you want to say, but the fact that I don't ever repeat that ideal for life to these children is part of what gives them a chance. Oh, or maybe you should have tried that with the people who went through Hurricane Katrina - you know, you were in a boat rescuing people and turned over a bloated body and it was your pregnant fiancee - get over it already. The man who told me that couldn't even say her name for the physical pain he was in of just enduring that memory.
I don't know what made you so hardened and cold, but I am so sorry for you. I just feel really bad. You can get mad and yell at me, whatever you want, and I'm not reviewing and editing this post b/c I have 18 hours of work ahead of me today so I don't really have the time. And I imagine you're all defensive and you won't think for 2 seconds about anything I've written other than where the weak points are that you can rip apart. But I'm hoping that someone who might be thinking similarly will soften a little to what people have gone through; it's so easy to tell someone "get your s**t together" - it's much harder to hold their hand encourage them as they do so, to stay by their side as they work their way through life.
I ask for no pity in my life, and I accept none. But I do demand of anyone I allow near these kids I love that they treat them w/respect and empathy. They show such to each other, btw. I'm sorry you can't have the kindness in your heart that a 13-year old who's beat to within an inch of his life has for another child.