Some victims of the worst childhoods imaginable never make it past their first few years, their living hells and untimely deaths often at the hands of their own parents. Little Lisa Steinberg of New York City suffered horrible abuse from her father, and because of him she never lived past her first few years. Lisa's heartbreaking story and the picture of this sweet child are burned into my memory, from the daily news articles I read following her death, to the details of her short life that I recently looked up and read on the internet. It would behoove many of you to read about Lisa. Her short life story can be found at http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/family/Lisa_Steinberg/6.html. Holidays and my birthday are only days to me. Veterans day is every day. There isn't one "holiday" that means something special to me unless it means something special to someone who is special to me. I fell in love with little angel Lisa through her short but poignant life story. I can't even write about Lisa without a chill going through my whole body. For those who wonder how anyone can exist and be a normal, happy person without holidays and gifts - hi, my name's Eleanor. Lisa and those forced to follow in her footsteps are who fill my heart this holiday season if you really want to know. I know many of you I've spoken with who still suffer as adults for going through almost the same as Lisa. And the innocent, helpless animals are always in my heart right there also. May God bless us all.