I thought that I would 'bump this back up'

the truth I did not look for it but, I thought that it would be important for the new guys and I listened t it at work today, it helped me get through the day when boss was giving me a hard time!!!!!!!!!
BTW, it may be a trigger but I used its chorus as almost a mantra today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSWUYeNDwX0

It reminds me that I belong to a certain group, the club to end all clubs, so to speak!!!!!!

Logan

just thought that I would add this:

Rights And Pride Equal…
Resistance, Ability, Power, Equality
Rights And Pride Equal…
Resistance, Ability, Power, Equality
Rights And Pride Equal…
Resistance, Ability, Power, Equality
Rights And Pride Equal…
Resistance, Ability, Power, Equality

Survival Story performed by I.B. tells the story of a boy who is sexually assaulted by his father, documenting his struggles and healing through childhood, adolescence and adulthood. From the hit CD “Xpose,” Survival Story gives voice to male victimization – an issue that society has traditionally ignored. I.B. comments, “If you can catch a kid at 15 who has never been involved (in the movement), he’ll become proud to stand up and become involved.”

Logan
It was NOT by my father
but this kid was me! not 5, but 17 and 27yrs old-I am now

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"Gritty Real Powerful...."

" An eye opening
view of a frequently misunderstood issue."

"Speaking as a male survivor, this video gave me courage, validation, and pride."

I foungd the lyrics:

Survival Story (Greeger)
I.B.
A boy who is raped by his father overcomes his sorrow and grows up to become a confident
man.
CHORUS:
Rights And Pride Equal Resistance, Ability, Power, Equality (repeat)
Conceived by wine and spirits, third born of four children.
Askin’ God why as he’s starin’ at the ceiling.
His momma don’t know what he’s feeling, or does she?
Now he asks himself, do my parents really love me?
Don’t like when people hug me – I get really really scared.
I’m five years old, livin’ in a nightmare.
Somebody’s comin’ – I can smell the cheap liquor.
He’s thinkin’ about the empty faces on the family picture.
He’s lullabied by the cries of his baby sister,
The echoes get louder, then tears get thicker.
He’s scared as he buries his head under the pillow,
Wishing he could fly like the birds outside the window.
He’s wonderin’ if his pain will ever turn to joy,
He’s told it’s his fault cause he’s a bad little boy.
Nevertheless, he wipes away the tears and prays everyday
The Lord will take him away.
CHORUS
Another page is written, more done deeds forbidden.
He’s contemplatin’ a bad thing and I don’t think he’s kidding.
He’s 17 now and his childhood is missin’.
It’s a shame that he never had someone there to listen.
He wants out this prison, but he’s afraid to take action.
I can’t give up.
That would give the bad man satisfaction.
Lord, tell me what a kid should do when life is cruel.
He skips gym class, too embarrassed to shower at school.
The guidance counselor is cool, but his eyes are closed.
If nobody ever asks, then nobody ever knows.
It goes to show the victims always suffer,
But life will get better one way or another.
But in the meantime, his days are gray and nights are dark.
His innocence was stolen and the pain left its mark.
His bruised heart still beats every day,
Holdin’ on to the notion that he’ll find a better way.