As the weather warms and you start to venture outside, be careful where you walk.
If you come across a purple fence post, it’s best to stay away.
A purple fence post is meant to send a message to anyone who comes across it, and that message is: No trespassing!
While property owners have the option of hanging a sign to indicate private property,
signs can deteriorate over time while paint will last a lot longer and still convey the same message.
In 1987 Arkansas became the first state to implement a purple paint law. Currently,
22 states have laws allowing landowners to mark the perimeter of their property with purple paint.
However, while some states use different color paint – Idaho and Montana use orange paint – the idea is the same.
At first many governments required landowners use purple paint and signs, but overtime signage was no longer required.
However, if you live in one of the 28 states that does not have a purple paint law, you may be unfamiliar with its meaning.
A painted post or tree means no trespassing.
In order to comply with the law, the purple stripe must be 3′ to 5′ off the ground and at least 8″ long and 1″ wide.
The markings must not be more than 100′ apart.
Please share this story to make sure everyone knows about the purple paint law.
My Parents Abandoned Me and My Siblings When I Was 15 — Years Later They Came At My Door Smiling
I was fifteen when my world shattered. My parents, whom I had always relied on, were frantically packing their belongings right before my eyes. “We’ll call child services.
They’ll take you away,” my father’s voice echoed as he stuffed his suitcase with clothes and belongings. I stood there, paralyzed, watching the chaos unfold, unable to comprehend the reality of what was happening. My little brothers, James, aged six, and Lucas, aged five, clung to me, their wide eyes filled with confusion and fear.
When the door slammed shut behind them, leaving us behind, the weight of responsibility crashed down on me. I became a parent overnight, thrust into a world I was unprepared for. The days that followed were a blur of panic, desperation, and sorrow. I tried my best to care for my brothers, but it wasn’t long before we were found and placed into the foster care system. The heart-wrenching separation from James and Lucas left a void in my heart that nothing could fill.
Struggles of Survival
The years that followed were a grueling test of endurance and willpower. I bounced from one foster home to another, each one a new challenge. Some were kind, but others were harsh and unloving.
The streets became my sanctuary at times, a place where I learned the harsh realities of life. I scraped by, working odd jobs, doing whatever it took to survive. The pain of being separated from my brothers never left me. Every night, I would lie awake, wondering where they were, if they were safe, if they remembered me.
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