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Through out my childhood I found life to be simple really.  But, 

I had no idea life would be a journey.  I  was so naive.  I was

cared for clothed and fed.  Little did I know that not all my days

would be filled with joy.   I mean how else would we learn how

to cope with the real world when we grew up?

I had always wanted a "TinyTears" doll.  But, toys were not

on my fathers priority list.  Then, I had a wonderful experience.

I was going to visit a family in another city, and this kind 

German lady had a granddaughter who owned a "Tiny Tears"

doll.  I was so excited. I was going to play mommy to  my very

favorite doll baby. 

I played with her and loved her, fed her, hugged her tenderly

against my small chest.  Then it was time to leave, and I had

to leave "Tiny Tears" behind.  I must have cried, because I

was given "Tiny Tears" by this precious lady.  After all they

were wealthy and her granddaughter could buy another one

was my justificaiton.  Not thinking of the girl it belonged to.

I remember sitting in the back seat of our Studebaker, and I

crooned and held her with tender loving care on my way home.

A few days later a phone call came, the little sweet lady who

had given the doll to me, needed it back.  It seems the

mother of the little girl was not at all happy that "Tiny Tears"

ended up with me as her 'mommy.'  So, my mom had to

pack up the baby doll and mail her back to the rightful owner.

My heart was so broken, and I guess it must have been

somewhat traumatic to that little girl, (me) because to this

day I still remember it as if it was yesterday.

But, you know that life lesson was a real indication of what

was in store for me many years later.  If I thought I knew

heartache over that doll baby, I had no clue what real

heartache was really like.  You see God gave me a real

doll baby to love, cherish, and nurture when I grew up.

And like "Tiny Tears", my baby belonged to someone

else.  "God was her real parent."  He called her home

one and one half year ago at the age of 45.  This was my

real journey in life.  It turned out that not all of our lives

are going to be free of pain and heartache.  But, I know

the "Tiny Tears" doll belonged to someone else, and the

rightful owner has her now.                GG-62-