Preface

Updated: Dec 21, 2020


(Available on Amazon)

The Re-Re-Re-Re-Redacted Life chapter of this book is a partial phase during my (Aaron Wemple) life, and of many others, as far as experience with our judicial branch of government. Civilians look at it in terms of our perceived American Dream (or lack thereof), our family sustainability (or lack thereof), and in terms of civility (or lack thereof). It's the reason why many of us have become “champions for children” and want every child to have a family today.



When you’re a child and you dream of being an astronaut, you may never have the right steps presented to you to take along the way to get there as you grow up. And billions of different people are going to mislead you in a billion different ways.

If you’re a child whose family is living on the edge of safety and fortunate enough to be tried with a military deployment war or high-conflict divorce battle, and you dream of staying connected to both of your parents, then billions of different people are going to mislead you a billion different ways. None of them authentic.

It was the summer of 1992. It was not only hot outside; it was heated inside of our family too. That year our lives were turned forever inside-out.

And then it was the summer of 2010 when my dreams died. Old societies and systems are in no way compatible with organic childhood safety of loving their own hopes and dreams.

So, many of us were forced to ask ourselves, why do we feel so much different than everyone else? Why does searching for help come back on us and make us feel so much more different inside? Why does not having a big, powerful position, a rope, badge, uniform, pedestal, prestige, paycheck, and mountains of clerks make us goo-goo-ers feel different?

Maybe the American dream is dead upon arrival in some areas. Maybe it is time we re-imagine childhood protection, family sustainability, and the American Dream?

Does your family have its child safety file shelter?


In the summer of 1993, I (Aaron W. Wemple) traveled as a concerned parent to my local "family" court to try and help my family find a healthy answer for one difficult issue. A common belief in those days was that separating a family was better than my young wife and I fighting all the time and conflicting our son. Fighting, in our case, which led to Corey being lifted up off of the ground and pulled by one arm out the threshold of his home harshly. This escalation in fighting worried me not only for the safety of our child but the sustainability of our family and marriage. As an idealistic adolescent myself, I was pleased to begin working with the family law and family court systems. Both seemed to have the objective of helping us properly raise our young 2-year-old boy in his best interest. After a recent Illinois legislative battle, the organization known as Healthcare and Family Services (HFS) was a highly respected department in the state. Little did I know that separating was at the heart of what the "family" court did. Many counties in Illinois welcomed HFS assistance since it was known that they contracted child support with their institutional charts and federal funding. "Family Services" in my county implied that they could show young couples like us how to address one simple issue and become whole again.

Disillusionment came as we realized that the court system did not know how to help families like mine resolve their issues and those widespread sufferings. The problem of young people finding help for their family issues are much more complex and obstructive than many of us can imagine. Also, one of the principal dynamics of our county board and state general assembly are