Helplessness Starts With a 4-Letter Word

“Mutual helplessness is the essential relation between parent and child.”
― Marty Rubin

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Helpless is the only word I can think of to describe it. I have been converted back to a small child wailing, grasping at air, clawing for things I can’t comprehend…helpless. Four years I had the task of caring for my son and apparently, I am the only one who observed but didn’t really comprehend until now.

If a man took my son and shot him nine times on a busy city street would anyone stop to help him? I wonder with so many witnesses would an attorney lay claim in court to prove that my son had been murdered. Of course, there are teams of justice in-place for such things to remove criminals from our city streets and they are imprisoned for their crimes. Killers remove lives and the damage touches the souls of everyone that loved the one departed. Those teams of justice are supposed to give voice to those whose voices can no longer be heard.

I have spoken to 20 attorneys and no one will bear witness to the horrible crime that happened to my son. They ask for a smoking gun, a confession that reads: I injected this boy with 9 vaccines, which resulted in his death. Even the killer in the street wouldn’t confess his crime of guilty, why would a physician?

Helplessness is when the pharmaceutical companies receive complaints that their drugs are causing adverse reactions and death and the government says, hey here’s a get out of jail free card. We will make it so nobody can hold you accountable and these people can file a claim in an established governmentally-funded vaccine court. We might as well open a burger joint outside a cattle farm with an invitation that reads, welcome all vegans: all you can eat.

I had a dream, many dreams for my only child Johnathan. I never thought I would place his name on a stone next to mine before my demise. I wake up every day fighting tears from the helplessness of a reality I don’t want to exist in.  I’m not looking for money; I am looking for justice for a little boy whose voice was taken from him at a pediatrician’s office.

You can call me crazy, one of those crazy anti-vax people who plan on bringing down modern medicine with “fake-news” and pseudo-science. You can call me whatever the fuck you want, I just don’t care anymore. Take one look at your child and say to yourself, can I imagine the rest of my life without them in it? No, you can’t imagine, because that feeling of helplessness will never take hold unless that happens to you…I hope it never happens to you. I’ll tell you what I do believe in, accuracy and thorough scientific studies that prove 100% without a doubt that adjuvants within vaccines are truly safe and effective. I want to see a vaccine court that no longer exists because people no longer suffer injury and death, VAERS eradicated, children, living long lives free of autism and neurological deficits. Anything less than that isn’t acceptable in my eyes and I struggle to understand how this is crazy.

Ask questions, expand your beliefs, research, and most importantly; reach your own conclusions. The truth is, the world is a helpless place to live in and the crimes against humanity are very real.

 

Author: Stacy Wurz

I am a mother fighting to ensure all of our children are safe from multiple vaccinations. Tell your doctor we're vaccinating one shot a time.

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