"I wanted to comfort Alan and Marsha, to say something, anything that would take away the hurt. I wanted to help the family but there were no words that I could possibly say and I myself was hanging on by a thread; but I knew I must be strong for the others. I felt as if I were coming unraveled, I kept telling myself I had to hang on, Marsha certainly wasn't . it was to much for her to bear. Suddenly, Marsha crawled back to her cot as if she were getting on her knees to pray but instead she cursed God. Every foul word she could think of came from her mouth, but how could she blame God, it wasn't God's fault God gave those children to her it was left up to her to take care of those babies, instead she stayed in a drunken stupor thinking only of her own selfish wants she abused and misused her own children. How could she possibly blame God?"