First Surrender, Now Victory!

I ran into Steve at O'Malleys the other day. We used to work together at the big house of pain. He is one funny guy and I hadn't seen him for a while, so we sat down and shared a few laughs. I was running short on time and I got up to leave. He stopped me.

"Schmoe, I got something I have to show you."

He pulled out his Droid, worked it's magic and handed it to me. 

The image on the screen was one of a bright eyed little girl, about three years old. She had dark hair and a big smile full of very white teeth. She looked very happy as she was in the arms of one of our members, Denise.

Denise has no children, Steve has boys, all much older.

"Cute kid" I commented. "Who is she?"

"That's her" he replied. "She's the one from El Rio."

"Holy shit. Are you kidding me? How did you get this picture?"

"It was her birthday. Her mom and dad brought her by the station to say hi. Denise was there and sent me the pic"

NOW IS THE POINT WHERE YOU SHOULD READ THIS LITTLE GIRL"S STORY. IT CAN BE FOUND HERE.

She lives about an hour away from El Rio. She is a very normal little girl, one that has a loving family, a roof over her head and a full tummy. She has toys to play with, friends and pets. It would appear that she is well adjusted and that she really has a chance to succeed.

Some good choices were made on that day three years ago, it could have easily gone the other way.

Thanks for reading,
A grateful Schmoe