Cracked Pots

The following blog post was written on Chelsea’s blog and had a very large response on Facebook. Since then, the powers that be in Facebook administration decided to take it down? Why? Censorship is alive and well for the people who search for truth. Share fast. It may be gone tomorrow, again.


She called us “crackpots” and those who do not understand laughed with her.

Jacquelynn Floyd, a columnist for the Dallas Morning News, used “crackpots” to describe those parents (me included) who choose not to vaccinate or seek an alternative schedule. A State Representative from Dallas, Jason Villalba HD114, seems to be ok with calling us that name as well,  and just a few months after saying he had respect for us. The moment he was called on it, he back peddled but the damage had been done.

Simply endorsing the article and tweeting it speaks volumes about the attitude in his heart. He was bragging on the fact that he tried to reduce our exemptions in Texas. He still does not see the vaccine injured community. Blinders must have been on sale at PolitiMart. Or, maybe his eyes were for sale. Either way, he does not see us.

I AM a cracked pot. I am flawed and broken. All day long I struggle to keep it together and at the end of the day, I feel used up and not enough. I don’t have a child with vaccine injury. I have 5 healthy children.
Every mom and dad that raises a child with vaccine injury, probably feels like a cracked pot as well.
Here is what most people think about cracked pots:

1. They leak a lot.

2. They are messy.

3. They are considered less valuable.

4. They are disposable.

At least, this is how Jacquelynn and Rep. Villalba think of those of us who  don’t vaccinate or alter the current schedule.  We are trash, waste, and spewing disease on others.

Here is how I view cracked pots

The following story is copied from a Christian website. It’s an old story with a message for you at the end. Keep reading!

The Cracked Pot

A Water Bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and one half pots of water in his master’s house.

The perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.” “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of?” “I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work, and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.
The Water Bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologize to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”
Each of us has our own unique flaws. We’re all cracked pots. But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His Father’s table. In God’s great economy, nothing goes to waste. So as we seek ways to minister together, and as God calls you to tasks He has appointed for you, don’t be afraid of your flaws. Acknowledge them, and allow Him to take advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of beauty in His pathway. Go out boldly, knowing that in our weakness we find His strength, and that “In Him every one of God’s promises is a Yes.”
I love all of the message above and I wanted to include the whole post. I COUNT on the message above. I do not live with a vaccine injured child. I can only imagine the cracks I would have under the stress of caring for lifelong pain, physical disabilities, verbal hurdles,  daily seizures, violent mood swings, a child with diabetes… The list is huge.

For every 45 people in the USA, AT LEAST 1 is vaccine injured. According to Siri today, there are over 324,000,000 people in the USA. Doing the math, it comes to over 7,200,000 are injured by the vaccines they were given. Think about the size of that!! There are currently more vaccine injured than the current COMBINED POPULATIONS of Montana, Idaho, Wyoming, North Dakota, South Dakota, and Nebraska!!!

But they want to call us crackpots because we don’t get shots like the kid next to us does. We KNOW what can happen. No, we do NOT ride on the coattails of those who are getting their shots. No, we do not ask anyone to keep getting their shots so we can be “safe.” No, we aren’t carrying those diseases. The vaccinating are!

At least for a few weeks after they get their shots, those that received injections of live viruses are contagious. MD Anderson Cancer Center (a hub for the immunocompromised) has this policy for visiting children:

“The Child Visitation Room provides a safe, supervised area for children when a family member is going to a restricted area. Children who do not pass the screening cannot be taken to the Child Visitation Room. All children in the visitation room must have a negative screen for recent illnesses, exposure to chickenpox or live vaccines.

If special permission is given for a child to visit a restricted area, they must be screened for recent polio vaccination. A child who has received oral polio vaccine within the past six weeks is prohibited from contact with immuno-suppressed patients.”

The Disneyland measles outbreak reminded us that it is not commonly deadly, and Harvard University reminded us that the vaccinated are likely sources of many of the “eradicated” diseases. Not one died and they all had been vaccinated for the mumps they contracted.

We see our vaccine injured community, as HUGE as it is, and wonder why this nation insists on blinders. Why does it insist on fear-motivated bullying when we are already broken?

I do not wish vaccine injury on my worst enemy, nor I will not put my children at risk for it. I WILL fight, alongside Texans For Vaccine Choice, to keep our right to choose and support anyone’s choice TO vaccinate their children or not. I am even able to weep with them if the unthinkable happens. I have many friends whose babies died shortly following a routine vaccination. Those babies aren’t in the 1:45 count. I don’t have a statistic for those who have died. I’m convinced it is FAR higher than those who died from an outbreak of measles. Those babies aren’t remembered by communities because they do not have daily struggles. They are only remembered by their families.

But we are called the “crackpots.”

No. We are CRACKED POTS. We are broken under pressure and still simply give.

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