This book is based on a true story of the life of a child who became the victim of cruel circumstances that led to years of rejection, pain, heartache and abuse. Her blue eyes saw more in her young life, than most see in a lifetime. She felt she would always be a product of her past and could never see any way to a brighter future. Shame and disgrace had taken a toll in her young life, heart and soul. She had lost all hope from the pain and struggles at such a tender young age that she contemplated suicide on many occasions. Her life seemed to be spiraling down a slippery slope of no return. Each day she stared in a mirror at a pale reflection of emptiness that gave her no reason to live or have hope for a brighter tomorrow. Her heart wrenching home situation of abuse, lack of love, insecurity and turmoil drove her into a deep anger that almost destroyed her life. Her world was shaken and turned upside down and she felt there was no one she could turn to for help or advice. Yet, something deep inside continually nudged her along the way to continue her fight for survival. It took an extreme amount of energy to push the mess of life and the tears of rejection and abuse out of sight in order to maintain her sanity. The longing in Joyce’s tender heart for a better tomorrow was a driving force that would keep her from abandoning all hope. ‘Pain Through A Child’s Eyes’, is a story that will touch the very core of your heart and bring tears to your eyes, as you feel in your own heart the pain her blue eyes and heart encountered.
I started running like a frantic mad dog up the bank. One more step and I would be out in the open and at the top of the bank. I was crying uncontrollably with fear. Nevertheless, I must not look back but try hard to escape. My plan was to run to the neighbor's house. However, just as I reached the top of the bank, I felt Ted's hand grab my foot. Down I went on my hands and knees as Ted jerked my feet out from under me. I grabbed hold of some small branches that had grown on top of the bank. They came up by the roots, and I felt myself slipping. I dug my fingers in the red clay bank thinking that at any moment I might be able to escape his tight grip, but I continued to slip backwards...