BRUTAL NANNY - Child abuse horror caught on nanny cam

This a brutal video that proves that every family that needs a nanny, needs a Nanny Cam.

Many people are not in support of bringing a domestic help to their homes, some people cant't help but live the reality. Parents should always create time to inspect the bodies of their children any time they come back from work. That's the only way to save your child from terrible experiences like this.

I'm sure the parents where devastated after watching their 18 months old daughter (Arnella Kamanzi) being brutally beaten by her nanny ( Jolly Tumuhirwe).

All these happened in Uganda and the nanny is being charged with attempted murder  even though reports have it that the father of this little girl expressed his range by going after the nanny and beating her so furiously, she is now confined to a wheelchair and needs feeding tubes to survive.

May God save our children !!!

Petals and Pearls

A cheerful little girl with bouncy golden curls was almost five. Waiting with her mother at the checkout stand, she saw them, a circle of glistening white pearls in  pink foil

Oh mommy, please, Mommy, can I have them? Please, Mommy, please?” Quickly the mother checked the back of the little foil box and then looked back into the pleading blue eyes of her little girl’s upturned face.

“A dollar ninety-five. That’s almost $2.00. If you really want them, I’ll think of some extra chores for you and in no time you can save enough money to buy them for yourself. Your birthday’s only a week away and you might get another crisp dollar bill from Grandma.”

As soon as Jenny got home, she emptied her penny bank and counted out 17 pennies. After dinner, she did more than her share of chores and she went to the neighbor and asked Mrs. McJames if she could pick dandelions for ten cents. On her birthday, Grandma did give her another new dollar bill and at last she had enough money to buy the necklace.

Jenny loved her pearls. They made her feel dressed up and grown up. She wore them everywhere; Sunday school, kindergarten, even to bed. The only time she took them off was when she went swimming or had a bubble bath. Mother said if they got wet, they might turn her neck green.

Jenny had a very loving daddy and every night when she was ready for bed, he would stop whatever he was doing and come upstairs to read her a story. One night as he finished the story, he asked Jenny, “Do you love me?” “Oh yes, daddy. You know that I love you.” “Then give me your pearls.” “Oh, daddy, not my pearls. But you can have Princess, the white horse from my collection, the one with the pink tail. Remember, daddy? The one you gave me. She’s my very favorite.” “That’s okay, Honey, daddy loves you. Good night.” And he brushed her cheek with a kiss.

About a week later, after the story time, Jenny’s daddy asked again, “Do you love me?” “Daddy, you know I love you.” “Then give me your pearls.” “Oh Daddy, not my pearls. But you can have my baby doll, the brand new one I got for my birthday. She is beautiful and you can have the yellow blanket that matches her sleeper.” “That’s okay. Sleep well. God bless you, little one. Daddy loves you.” And as always, he brushed her cheek with a gentle kiss.

A few nights later when her daddy came in, Jenny was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed Indian style. As he came close, he noticed her chin was trembling and one silent tear rolled down her cheek. “What is it, Jenny? What’s the matter?” Jenny didn’t say anything but lifted her little hand up to her daddy. And when she opened it, there was her little pearl necklace. With a little quiver, she finally said, “Here, daddy, this is for you.”

With tears gathering in his own eyes, Jenny’s daddy reached out with one hand to take the dime store necklace, and with the other hand he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blue velvet case with a strand of genuine pearls and gave them to Jenny. He had them all the time. He was just waiting for her to give up the dime-store stuff so he could give her the genuine treasure.

So it is, with our God. God is waiting for us to give up the cheap things in our lives so that he can give us beautiful treasures. Isn’t God good? Are you holding on to things that God wants you to let go of? Are you holding on to harmful or unnecessary partners, relationships, habits and activities that you have become so attached to that it seems impossible to let go? Sometimes it is so hard to see what is in the other hand but by believing, one thing is for sure…. God will never take away something without giving you something better in its place. 

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MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS ...

“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.

So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you share this, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. ♥

Remember love is the richest of all treasures. Without it there is nothing; and with it there is everything. Love never perishes , even if the bones of a lover are ground fine like powder. Just as the perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore eternal. Beauty can be destroyed , but not love. ♥

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My Body Is An Inspiration To Women In Their Twenties…

39 year old Valeria Levitin is a walking skeleton after years of anorexia reduced her weight to just 4 stone.

Valeria developed the eating disorder as a teenager after years of her mother weighing her as a child and being taunted at school about her weight. She said her mother was terrified of her growing up obese like her relatives and had to curtail her diet.

At 16, and weighing 10 stone, Valeria moved to Chicago with her parents. Desperate to fit in at a new school, she thought that if she lost weight, she would be accepted and liked. 

By the time she was 23, Valeria’s dress size had plummeted from a healthy size 12 to a tiny size 6. Deciding to become a model made the situation even worse, as she was told she was still too fat and can’t make it in the modelling industry. Out of desperation to be skinny, she restricted her diet even further, cutting out sugar or carbohydrates.

By the age of 24 and weighing just 6 stone, she was banned from dancing over concerns she would injure herself. Now having cut out certain foods for so long, her body is intolerant to them and can’t process them even if she wanted to.

Says she is horrified by the letters she receives from girls wanting weight loss tips.

According to The Sun, the 39 year old said, “I have received emails from young girls who want me to teach them how to be like me.

“All the letters I've had are from women, mainly in their twenties, who see me as some kind of inspiration.” Instead she desperately wants her emaciated figure to be a severe warning about the dangers of extreme dieting.

She says she wants to share her story to prevent other people falling victim to the same fate, saying anorexia has made her ‘lonely, unattractive and repulsive for the people around me.’

Single for a decade, she says relationships are difficult as she is unable to do the normal things that couples do, as going to restaurants. 

Born With Too Much Skin.

   Harlequin ichthyosis is a rare genetic disorder which is painful and incurable, and carries a constant threat of infection. Research shows that this genetic disorder makes sufferers grow more skin in one day than a healthy person does in two weeks has identified a mutation which may lead to development of new treatments. People with this condition have to painfully exfoliate twice a day and live in a sterile environment, while many sufferers die within days of birth.

However, research led by Professor David Kelsell of St Bartholomew and the Royal London Hospital School of Medicine and Dentistry has identified a mutation in a gene known as ABCA12 as a major cause of the disease. It is hoped that the discovery will lead to new treatment options and the possibility of prenatal screening. 

Mr Clive Betts’s daughters Lucy and Hannah have this rare condition. 

According to a documentary shown on channel 5, Lucy and Hannah’s father Clive tells of his shock at his daughters' appearance at birth, saying that they looked "like something from space - like an alien", and admitting that he did not expect them to live. Their pediatrician  Professor John Harper, feels similarly, saying that “sufferers of the rare condition are just not compatible with living."

But with constant exfoliation of the skin and sterilization of the environment, children with this rare condition are turning into beautiful teenagers.

The Hermaphrodite With The Werewolf Syndrome

Anything is possible they say, but according to Vivian Wheeler who was born a hermaphrodite, with both male and female reproductive organs and had hypertrichosis also known as the Werewolf syndrome, some things can’t be possible.

At birth, Wheeler’s facial fuzz appeared with an inch and a half of light hair covering her cheeks and chin. She says her mother wanted a daughter, and the doctors were instructed to remove the male parts, so she had to grow up as a girl. Wheeler claimed her father was humiliated by his bearded little girl, but it didn't prevent him from capitalizing on her condition. She began working in side shows at an early age, earning money to send home to her family.

Between tours, she would return home and reach for a razor. “My dad said I should shave because people wouldn't understand why I had facial hair, saying, “This is what you’ll have to do to fit into the society,”” Wheeler told AOL News. As she grew older, she would shave sometimes to placate the men she dated, "because of their low self-esteem. It didn't bother me." Wheeler stopped shaving her beard entirely in 1990 shortly after the death of her mother. "I let it grow back to be myself," she said. "Without my beard, I'm not me. I'm pretending to be someone I'm not." 

As an adult, Wheeler of Illinois was blessed with having the longest beard for a female, with the longest hair in her beard measuring 11 inches - 27.9 cm. She held The Guinness World Record for the Longest Female Beard Ever, had appeared on popular TV shows and featured in American Sideshow.

According to Wheeler, doctors examining her for Guinness World Record said she had a male bone structure. With half her hormones being male, doctors thought it would be impossible for her to give birth, but she became pregnant, and baby Richard was delivered by cesarean section in 1977. For Wheeler, a Seventh - day Adventist, it was a miracle.

Her joy was short lived as the father of her baby, a carnival ride operator she had met in Nebraska, snatched the baby away from their family home and who later abandoned the baby in a motel, aged just three. Since then, she mourned the loss of her only son. 

Richard Lorenc an adopted child had always wondered who his biological mother is and at some point he fantasied that  Grace Slick from Jefferson Airplane was his mum. After a back injury that led to multiple medical exams and many questions about his family medical history, he decided it was time to start digging. Six weeks later, he received a letter from the Kansas Department of Social and Rehabilitation Services saying they had the identity of his mother. 

Finally he found out that his mother was more than what he imagined. She was Vivian Wheeler, a hermaphrodite, a Side Show Star and a Guinness World record holder with the Werewolf syndrome.  And he said she was better than what he ever imagined.

62 year old Vivian Wheeler was blessed in her old age as she unites with her lost son who has been missing for 30 years.