Early Morning flashback: (Unedited): 17 June 2014:

About  (7A.M.) this morning. Adults Discovered two young children (3-4Yr. old's) walking alone in their night clothes. Rowen/hwy 54 Dollar General parking lot area. The woman from the dry cleaners took responsibility. Another woman was able to get the little girl before she could approach Hwy 54. Saving their lives. An outstanding Pasco deputy already at the dry cleaners next to the Pasco Sheriff's substation.Please pray for these children. It was obvious to me that the little girl was angry. Not scared and not upset. The little boy was scared and remained with the dry cleaning lady as the little girl walked away from adults as she was going towards Hwy 54. She almost made it past the CVS Pharmacy. That is how close she was from the main HWY.

New Port Richey, Florida. 34655
Pasco Square
https://www.google.com/maps/@28.2175402,-82.6936344,227m/data=!3m1!1e3
There have been many deaths along this stretch of Hwy 54 in the last many months.
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This is how a flash back can begin as it has done with me this morning. I immediately remembered and almost being a young child again. Both adoptive parents hung over from a night of drinking and fighting and I often times awoke to the silence of the morning. It is amazing how loud the silence can be. The strangeness of silence, almost unnaturally disturbing. No one to see to my needs or fix me breakfast. Unable to wake them up. So, outside I go as often was the case. Although much older than the two children of this morning. Maybe 6 or 7 years old.  Not to be seen or heard from for hours. They never cared enough to inquired as to my whereabouts. I guess they knew I would be back eventually. This of course would lead to needing money for food and I would take some money out of dad's wallet. I did that when I could other times. I was eating out of trash cans behind the Burger king, Clearwater 4 movie theater and a pizza place down the road on Gulf to bay Blvd, in Clearwater. 
Sometimes i would go to my friends house a couple of doors down to sit with Jeff. Eat cereal and watch cartoons. That was if he was awake and they didn't go out on their boat. Yes, I was up that early and outside. riding my bike around and not seeing anyone awake or outside. I guess I was fortunate enough to live in a good neighborhood and being adopted my a dad who had a good job working with rockets. Dad always had cash. That is what defined our relationship. His cash. I never wanted his cash. Just his love and acceptance. Which i never have gotten. A guy as intelligent as he was to adopt a child for his wife. The paper work on my adoption even said at least a high IQ along with other lies about the biological parents. Those lies made for a good sell of a baby. Dad knew he was deceived in taking this baby with an IQ of about 70.
I remember we had wicker type of furniture for furniture as well as a green recliner chair for dad. I would hide their liquor bottles and beer under the furniture and in other places in the house. They never even realized until one day I saw dozens of liquor bottles on the cabinet counter. I guess this is the thinking of a child. If I hide the liquor and beer they will stop drinking. I even did that with the boxes of cigarettes.
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The early morning travels I went on with my bike. The freedom was exhilarating. Can you imagine a 6-8 year old kid riding a bike from the area around the Clearwater campus of St.Petersburg college to Clearwater Beach, Clearwater mall, Countryside mall, Safety Harbor, Dunedin. Hiding under the railroad tracks under US Hwy 19. Those were my stomping grounds.  I was never even aware of homeless people and some of the dangers that were around. But, I always had that spider sense which would stop me and cause me to alter course. Maybe, That spider sense was really an angel watching over me. When no one else was. I should not have survived my childhood. There is no logical way I should have. Especially, when The adoptive mother tried to kill me many times. But, That was several decades ago.
Today, I have a family with children.
It is never Gods fault for whatever bad and sad things have been done to you. It is always the fault of bad people doing bad things to you. It isn't even your fault. Just as it wasn't my fault. If they had not of adopted me. They would have adopted someone else and all of those bad things to that other unknown child.
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I've done a little research on my adopted dad. If he had accepted a senators invitation to go to a premier military academy after high school. Then he would have never met his insane wife. Yes, Dad was that intelligent. To be recognized as that intelligent by a state politician. He could instantly do any math in his head faster than you could pull out your calculator brains from your techno nerd shirt pocket.  I think when you are born with a profound gift. Maybe, you are supposed to use for the benefit of humanity. Even if your a pacifists.
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That's all. The flashback seems to be over now.

Been Wanted (Unedited). Personal Content:

Have you ever been wanted? Have you ever been loved? Have you ever been cared for?
Like foster kids are wanted, loved and cared for? Do you know what I'm going to write about? or reveal?
Before, I met the love of my life. I knew what is was not like to be wanted, to be loved and to be cared for.
I knew my adoptive mom only wanted to blame me for everything. I knew that my adoptive mom loved to beat me and lock me in the closet. I knew my adoptive parents cared more for their liquor, beer and cigarettes.
Most of the foster parents I had only Wanted the extra income. Loved their own biological families while keeping us/me separated, isolated and divided from them. They even seemed to care about the extra savings and deceptions told to case workers about the meals served. Three hot meals a day may be the truth spoken to the case workers. Three hot meals may sound good until you realize they are sample portions. Its just to bad the case workers never had time to physically look at the skin and bone kids, Let alone really look at my bones showing through the skin.
Some foster parents would even abuse the kids in accordance to their own psychological defects. Which is often times over looked as the foster kids have been psychologically damaged by their own biological families. These kids are easy targets. How can you prove anything? No case worker ever asked me or even cared to ask, my side of the story, They automatically assumed I'm the guilty party every time.
 Foster kids often come to a very real decision. That it is safer to live on the streets than it is in a foster home.  Being wanted, loved and cared for can be found everywhere. It is often defined by the ones who is doing it and not who is receiving it. So, have you been wanted, loved and cared for? just like a foster kid in the USA or even in this world? C.J.MacKechnie
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 My story of abuse is rare. Being an adopted person from the age of 5 months. Find the positive message and positive inspiration. If you are a devout Christian family. Your needed by the 500,000 kids who have only known a life of abuse and torture by their own biological families. Today as in right now, There seems to be about 500,000 good Christian families who are willing to take in these unwanted and unloved Children. These kids who continually suffer from their first crime in life. That is being born to bad parents. Remember the words of Jesus in regards to children. Pray and take the necessary actions from the out pouring of your own hearts.
Research on YouTube these words. Former foster kids stories. abused foster kids. foster kids.
The failure rate of a foster kid is nearly 90%. That is because they are not loved or cared for. They are not educated or even have a marketable skill. Still in many states these foster kids become homeless at the age of 18. When they "age out".
What would you do in life if you knew that no one ever cared for you and that you only had value so as long the money was coming in? Street life and prostitution. Think about these last words and relate it to prostitution. A foster kid psychologically knows so as long as they are bringing in money they have value to the foster parents. Are you getting my words. Drug dealing to prostitution. The pimp loves the young girl who brings in the most money and hates/beats the girls who do not. The high level drug dealer loves the kid who sells the most and kills the ones who runs their mouths and sells the least. Simple rules that former foster kids have already learned from the foster care system.
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REPENT! REPENT! REPENT!

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Go and sin no more.

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To avert all of the coming bad and sad prophecies. We each must decide to do the following everyday, every hour, every minute and every second.

To Love one another.

To live in peace with everyone.

To exist in harmony with all.

To Cherish all life.

To be obedient to the Laws of God.

To become righteous and holy by the accepting eyes of God only.

All without any pride, ego, arrogance, supremacy and entitlements.
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