Being Honest with a Friend Should Not Require Courage

When my fourth child was almost a year old, I had an important conversation with a friend, but I had no idea, at the time, how important it would be. Perhaps I should look her up and reach out again, letting her know how grateful I am for her bravery. Lisa and I became friends through a Catholic Homeschooling Moms Group (not everything it generated turned out to be evil, and I’ve recovered enough from the PTSD it legitimately gave me to be able to say that—outlandish? It’s not; you didn’t live it.).

She had four kids at the time, as did I, and we were talking about vaccinating them. She didn’t do it. I said something like, “I just can’t go there with you, Lisa. It seems so risky.”

She simply replied, “You haven’t read what I’ve read.”

It took but a moment for me to realize that she was right. So, what did I do? I ordered a book and read it: The Immunization Resource Guide by Diane Rosario. It was not sensationalist or “anti-vax;” it was a comprehensive list of all the vaccines on the childhood immunization schedule (there are so many more on it now), with summaries of the author’s research on each, including her resources: pharmaceutical literature, government organizations, groups started by parents with vaccine injured children. I wish I could say that I stopped vaccinating my kids at that point. I didn’t, but I am happy to report that I started getting selective about which shots they’d receive, after asking questions I now knew I should be asking.

I vividly remember the time Sam (child number four) went in for his one-year checkup and was due to receive at least one shot. I asked the pediatrician (a woman almost my age, with young children of her own, who I had really liked and respected, until then) if the injection in question contained thimerosal, a preservative made with mercury (by this time, I was well aware of its toxicity). She replied, “I don’t know.”

Let’s stop for a minute, shall we? This woman is instructing the nurses who work for her to inject a substance into the bodies of children, infants, and she doesn’t know what these injections contain.

So, I asked her for the product insert, to find out for myself if she was proposing that I should say yes to mercury getting directly deposited inside my child’s body. She turned on her heel, left the room, and was back a few minutes later, at which point she practically threw the product insert at me and said, “Enjoy your reading.”

I replied, “Thank you. I will, and Sam will be receiving no shots today.”

I have since done far more research on vaccines than any doctor is required to do to get a medical license, and interestingly, not only is it not that hard (at least, for now, while resources are still not completely censored and unavailable), it doesn’t even require any understanding of how the human immune system works—although I now have a good understanding of that. All that is needed is the ability to follow the money, the imprisonments, the revocation of medical licenses, the slanderous propaganda, and the “suicides” and other “accidental deaths” that seem to happen rather frequently among medical professionals, research scientists, and concerned parents looking to curb in any manner the number of shots regularly given to children.

Throughout the past 18 years (Sam is 19), I have tried to share what I learned about these poisons with anyone I hoped would listen. In the past three years alone, I shared and shared and shared over social media, carefully crossing out words like “vaccine” or replacing it with words like “jab.” The results? Rather miserable, I think, but I wouldn’t really know, because so few people dare to even glance at anything that might threaten their life-guiding Story (which includes, for far too many people, near absolute trust in the medical/industrial/government complex), and they sure-as-shit won’t talk to me about it, other than to say, “You’re wrong.”