What happens when you're a man who is ultimately forced to fight and fight... and fight... AND FIGHT SOME MORE with his ex-wife and the heartless, anti-male family court system
FOR TEN LONG YEARS STRAIGHT Thomas fought to be reuinited with his children only to be given nothing but the usual runaround and a vicious shove down the waterfall toward the river of inevitable poverty and incarceration?
So what do you do? Why, you finally say "enough is enough" and you light yourself on fire with gasoline in front of a Keene, New Hampshire family courthouse, of course!
Such was the case of Vietnam War veteran and loving father Thomas Ball,
who did just that not only as an act of desperation, but more so as an act
of protest against the feminist injustice that had done everything they can
to break him down. This protest was premeditated and would take place
on June 15, 2011 after he finished composing a manifesto that would serve
as his last statement to the world and sent it to a local newspaper.
This is what happens with many fathers in the U.S., Canada, the UK, and
all around the world reach past the boiling point after getting nothing but
politically-correct defecation as a reward for doing the right thing by their
Thomas Ball, in one way or another, gave new meaning to our motto:
"SILENCE IS NOT AN OPTION" by living it... to the very end.
THOMAS JAMES BALL
February 21, 1953 - June 15, 2011
Her hair was up in a ponytail
Her favorite dress tied with a bow
Today was Daddy's Day at school
And she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees,
A dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet
Children squirming impatently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called,
Each student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
For a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
She heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one"
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offened her,
As she smiled up at her mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
"My daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.
Cause my daddy's always with me
Even though we are apart.
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart."
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far.
"I know you're with me Daddy."
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining bright star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far
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