Well, as I have said earlier this is my website and I am JerriFaye Thomason. I don’t know whether I want to do this page or not. Not because of shame. It’s just that this page reveals apart of me that is not the topic of discussion in my world. I am who I am. Growing up with cerebral palsy is just a fact of life. I’m sure that most of you have heard of Shriners Hospitals. I was lucky enough to have been a Shriners’ kid. They do wonderful work for the children they help. I have many wonderful and happy memories of my stays in the hospital. I always came out better than I went in. Not just physically but also mentally.

So, now you’re wondering why I’m doing this. The answer is simple. As children at the Shriners Hospital we were all “Normal” even though we were all different. I was at the Shriners Hospital in Lexington, Kentucky during the mid to late 1960’s. I would love to hear from some of the friends I made during these stays. So please, if you or some one you know was a Shriners’ kid. Send in your name (also the name you had then), years that you were in and the city and state of your hospital. If you would like to send a picture of you at that time, I will do my best to insert them...

Ok, I guess I go first. I hope this works. It would be nice finding old friends.

I no longer have a blog.  I had one for 3 years and it
was never used.  You can sign my guest book or you
can email me.  Either is fine.

I hope to hear from you,

JerriFaye “Chenault” Thomason

Mid to late 1960’s

Lexington, KY


  To all of you Shriners out there, "Thank You for Everything.  My life wouldn't be what it is today without you.  You are wonderful people.  Please know that you are appreciated and that you made a difference in many, many lives.  Knowing this, you have to know that you can never be forgotten.  So again, Thank You..."

This is a poem I never intended to write.  I was truly trying to write about school shootings.  Some how, this poem took a left turn.  It is the only poem that represents my youth. 

JerriFaye "Chenault" Thomason

6th Grade

From The Inside Looking Back

From the inside looking back,
Hearing news of more attacks,
Seeing pictures of children dead,
Seeing blood that's so deep red,
News reels catch the ending scenes,
Chaos flowing into the streets,
Children running from fear inside,
Seeking refuge as tears slide.

From the inside looking back,
Understanding some attacks,
Memories flit before my eyes,
My ears hear my distant cries,
The hurt still lingers as I hear,
Taunts from my friendless peers,
"X's" marked their hands and arms,
"Shields" from me ~ Was their charm,
Everyday they marked their skin,
Everyday I hated them,
Called nick-names with a laugh,
I hated school for all of that,
After years of this abuse,
Fighting back I wouldn't loose.

From the inside looking back,
I dreamed and planed my attacks,
My mind could picture vivid scenes,
Sometimes murder was the scheme,
I just wanted to fit in,
So, I dreamed of killing him,
Just one boy ~ I would kill,
So, the taunts would finally still,
He was a bully in every way,
He started everything everyday,
If I could make him disappear,
Maybe my world could find cheer,
If he no longer came to school,
The other kids wouldn't be so cruel.

 From the inside looking back,
I never enacted my planed attacks,
Violence wasn't accepted back then,
As it is now, in this world we live in,
Mayhem and murder went left undone,
So, these parents still have a son,
I understand the pain of a child,
Hurt turns to desperation after a while,
The boy is lucky and so am I,
He because, he didn't die,
I because, he made me strong,
Heaven knows ~ He was wrong.

 From the inside looking back,
Know there are children under attack,
Know there are children that will wind up dead,
Laying in their own blood that's sticky and red,
School cameras now will capture these scenes,
But chaos will still enter their dreams,
This is what happens when evil resides,
When Good meets Evil ~ And Worlds Collide.


The "Sticks & Stones" theory does not work when the teachers refuse to see and hear the taunts.  Even the best teachers seem oblivious to the child being mistreated.  It's like they believe if they ignore it ~ it will all go away.  That just seems to fuel this problem.  People/Teachers need to see and react.   A bully and his cohorts should have their lives become hellish.  Maybe, the "walk a mile in my shoes" theory would serve a more justified purpose.  A child being bullied needs help and ignoring this problem is just plain cruel. 





 He said, let there be words.  And behold, Poetry was born.

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