I read the news every day. I read about the awful things people do to one another, and to their children. Awful, awful things.
But this absolutely floored me. The title of this post is misleading. I'm actually completely and utterly speechless about this one.
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Hey McK — this link is throwing up a dead blog. Just checking.
The link says blog not found but I am seriously freaked out by the link words...
PS I took yesterday as my day off. I'm tempted to whine about being poorly but I'm scared of myself.
Sorry early risers. Fixed now!
Janey, you've got to get off those kid chairs!
I wish you had left the link broken. Now the link is fixed, and my heart is broken.
Jesus wept. I'm gobsmacked. I wish this is the only time I've heard of this happening but it's not. Divorcing couples should realise by now (divorce is common-place enough these days) that using children as arsenal against each other can only lead to tragedy. There is nothing that'll predict what a human being will do when placed in under extreme stress. But doing that?....I can't bear to think about those two little boys in the car watching their Dad do that to their sister. The whole thing beggars belief.
On the other point, Doc's given me a week off work for the back and pronounced my blocked nose and hacking evening cough to be a result of a sinus infection I've been carrying around for about 6 weeks. Turns out I haven't suddenly become a warmer person (I normally have ice in my veins) I've had a temperature of about 100ยบ since mid-December. I quite liked being warm.
Although the diddy chairs didn't cause my back problems they were aggravating it and ensuring that it didn't get better so I'm off for at least a week and if it's not better by then, she'll sign me off for some more. Oh the relief!
I someone ever comes up to me, shaking and distressed, asking if I can take their kids for awhile, I'm going to do it. I might call the police right away, but sheesh. It's better than this happening.
This is JUST HORRIBLE. What's worse is that it sounds like he was out of his mind. If he ever gets back in it, and he's a normal human being, he'll be devastated. Oh, god, those brothers. And the mother. I can't even imagine having to hold all that hatred and anger and grief together and take care of my still-living kids.
I don't stop by for awhile and when I do you leave me crying. That is so horrible. Why do people do this? I'm absolutely devastated that a human being could do this to a child. My kids are at school right now or I would be hugging them feverishly.
Unfortunately, there are plenty of these people in the world.
Sorry all. This one hit me harder than most and I'm not sure why. Perhaps it's the witnessing boys; perhaps it's the bridge - I have a bit of a phobia of bridges. I promise to cheer you up with my next post.
Janey's hot. Tee hee.
I Hate walking across anything high up. When I was ikkle the only way to get me across Sarsfield Bridge in Limerick on foot was to let me walk on the road with at least one person walking on the path between me and the incredible robust thick stone wall. My mother also hated crossing bridges so this extremely dangerous way of crossing only happened when I was in the charge of siblings.
I like small bridges now -with small rivers under them.
Oh and I'm losing heat rapidly!
Oh, it's just awful. Words fail me. :(
Have too much of this going on all the way around. The divorcing couples where one kills the kids, the people being laid off who think it's a good idea to kill the whole family. It's too sad for words. And the kids are so very innocent in all this tragedy.
This same sort of thing happened here in Honolulu last year. A man threw a toddler from a very tall pedestrian bridge on to the interstate highway below. As I remember, though, there was no similar divorce type story; he was just messed up in the head. However, I think he may have been looking after the child....
It seems like this guy is also very messed up in the head. Acute psychotic state, they say.
These stories are very difficult for me to read.
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