Read this and think about prejudices.
"I pay my respect to Luang Por,
I would like to tell you my story that kept me all choked up for my whole life. It is so defiled and so heavy for me regarding this, that it caused me to be admitted into the hospital because my mind couldn’t handle it. I hope this story will be a good illustration for all people to become afraid of the fruits of kamma. This story is a demonstration of having to take mental suffering very seriously as follows:
When I was a child, I stayed with my parents until I was 9 years old. My father had raped me for the first time. He forced me by keeping a knife near me for intimidation. After that he tried to rape me whenever he got the chance to. He threatened me not to tell anybody otherwise he would kill me. My life felt as if I was falling into hell on earth. Sometimes I would talk with my friends and he would hide near me and would pass a look to me to intimidate me. I was in a constrained state and I couldn’t tell anybody because I was afraid and confused. When I was 15 years old I became pregnant and nobody knew except for him and me. This was because my stomach wasn’t so big. Since that devastation occurred I couldn’t call him “Father” anymore. I had to leave school.
One day a young man who was my neighbor came to say he was in love with me and asked me to marry him. I kept the pregnancy secret for many months. Finally we married and he took me to live in another city. About one month later I delivered the baby. It made him feel ashamed and confused that his wife delivered a baby after only being married to him for one month. Even though he loved me so much, he couldn’t compromise with me so we had to divorce.
At that time I was only sixteen years old. I carried my suffering and my new born baby. His face (my baby’s) was like his father’s (and his grandfather’s also) having the same mole. I felt so bitter because when I saw his face it made me think of the person that I hated the most. In that state I felt like had to kill him for the rest of my life. Finally I ran away from there, although I still loved my baby. Then the baby’s grandfather (father) had taken him in to take care of him. At that time my baby was only 1-2 months old. His grandfather tried to teach him to hate me and tried to teach him all bad things and to speak curse words.
When I was 20 years old, I met another husband. He knew about my story but he didn’t mind. However he loved me so much and we married. He took me to live in another city. I had decided to take my baby to come and live with me. At that time he (my baby) was 5 years old. He met me; he spoke to me with curse words and said “You’re not my mother, why take me here?” or when my husband met him and wanted to carry him, he fought with him and said “You’re not my dad.” My husband and I cried with bitterness.
Sometimes my child had asked me, “Who is my father?” but I couldn’t say. I was really severely depressed then I thought about committing suicide since I started living with my child. I was so regretful that my own child had learned to hate his mother so my husband took me to the Mental Health Hospital. The doctor told me that this wasn’t the child’s fault and you should up make your mind. I didn’t know how to clean up my mind. I stayed at the hospital for 7 days but I was still depressed. "
What do you think? How many people would have suggested her an abortion?
Everything has its pro's and contra's.
And yes, this was just spam as well :/
