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Friday, February 13, 2015
From Jean-Marie Kauth’s Blog: Poisoning Our Children
Katherine's 21st Birthday:
“…I don’t know what my beloved daughter wished for that day, blowing out the candles on her heart-shaped cake; we were a little superstitious about asking. What I do know is that because of reckless pesticide use in our city mosquito spraying program, as well as countless other chemical exposures, none of her dreams came true; none of her wishes were fulfilled. She wanted to finish learning cursive; she wanted to adopt a baby so she could watch it grow; she wanted to live to be an old lady. Every night I prayed she would have a long and happy life; not long before she died, she plaintively pleaded with me that she did not have a short and sad one. But at that point, there was nothing I — or any of us — could do.
“There is something you can do…”
Please read Katherine’s Twenty-First Birthday by Jean-Marie Kauth
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