Could You End This "Person's" Life?

[Atrain1]

I think you give the "scum" too much credit when it comes to thinking twice. Most never think once, much less get to thinking twice.

I have three children. Two are grown and out of the house (19 and 21) and one is in middle school. While they are my pride and joy in life, I live with the same fear of losing them or not being able to protect them from every bad thing. I try not to let them know just how anxious I am for their well being because fear is contagious and prolonged exposure kills the joy of life.

I pray for all of our sakes, that no one ever has to go through anything like this ever again. Sadly, I am a realist. It has happened before and will happen again.

It sounds like you are a good Dad. Not as good as Byte Just kidding. We all do the best we can and pray we don't come up short in our duty.

Vigilance knows no rest.

I know he feeling it is always there. I wish it was still like it was when I was a kid, I could play outside and walk to dairy queen to get a free ice cream cone with my friends with the coupons we cut off of the back of a cereal box, and no one had to worry about us.

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I know he feeling it is always there. I wish it was still like it was when I was a kid, I could play outside and walk to dairy queen to get a free ice cream cone with my friends with the coupons we cut off of the back of a cereal box, and no one had to worry about us.

Summers for me - Go out to play as soon as the sun came up and come home when the street lights come on. Unless I was bleeding, something was broken, or one of the neighbors was complaining to them, my parents never asked me what I was doing all day. They were busy working and taking care of all the things that really mattered. They loved and cared about me and my sister, but they were busy being responsible adults. I know kids in my neighborhood who were molested by "friends of the family." Their parents were busy too.

The cliche is: Shit happens. Sometimes it is really, really bad shit and you will never be the same afterwards. I wish I knew why bad things happen. I wish I could always spot it and predict when and where it was going to happen. I can't.

For me, the only thing that makes sense is the faith I have that there is a reason for everything. Since I can't know everything, I have to be satisfied with knowing what I know and doing my best. The rest I leave in God's hands.

That won't help this grieving family. Nothing will ever make this right for them. Nothing.