Termyn8or
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ORIGINAL: Greta75 There are gazillion children who are suffering worst fates out there. And I'm not gonna pretend to care for each and every of them like you are guys are pretending to be holier than thou. It's not about being holier than thou. Its about compassion for others. It's about compassion for the little human who right now could be walking around that forest, injured or starving or dehydrated, terrified and crying out for his parents to come pick him up and make it all better. It breaks my heart to imagine him experiencing that right now. And frankly, that's probably the best case scenario right now for that little boy. After this many days and the low temperatures and wildlife, he is most likely already dead. Which you have said would only make this even funnier for you. I happen to think that I am a fantastic mom. Hell, I even have a court judgment stating so. Yet my son has suffered injuries when in my care, including being in the ER for physical injuries when he was only 9 months old. To this day I remember what it felt like when I had to physically restrain him so that the doctor could stitch him up. He screamed the whole time, not being able to understand why I was letting people hurt him, and in fact was holding him down helping them hurt him, rather than pick him up and comfort him the way I did any other time he was upset. I felt like the scum of the earth then, and I have never forgotten that feeling. But despite the fact that I have spent the last several years trying very hard not to be in a situation where I had to go through that again, it was not the last time that something happened to him, not to mention the times that he slipped out of my sight in ways that I never thought possible. I remember when i was in 5th grade, i was standing in my driveway outside, and looked across the street just in time to see a neighbor's 18 month old child, one I babysat regularly, crawling underneath another neighbors car, just as the driver began backing out. His head was behind the back tire on the passenger side. I watched literally frozen in shock as the driver hurriedly backed out of the driveway and out into the street, and a patch of blonde hair rolling over and over, dragged the length of the driveway and an additional two houses. The boy I had been standing there talking with said I started screaming. I don't really remember that. I do remember the mother's screams as she came running out of her house, screaming at watching her child in all likelihood being dragged to death, because she fell asleep on the couch during his nap and didn't catch him waking up and taking off outside. I'll never understand how that child didn't die, or at least suffer severe, permanent injury. His head should have been crushed. His skin should have been abraded off his entire body, as he was wearing nothing but a diaper when he woke from his nap. But all he ended up with was moderately abraded skin over parts of his body. He had to have lots of dressings attended to regularly, but no broken bones, no stitches, no punctures. In fact he didn't even have to stay overnight in the hospital. The next day the front page of the newspaper recounted the story, with a huge picture of the child, in diaper and bandage covered body, grinning and playing with the new red wagon the driver had gone and bought because when he told the boy to pick out any toy in the world he wanted, he said a wagon. But that driver wasn't grinning. He looked like he hasn't slept in months, nor changed clothes, nor stopped crying. Same with the mother. Neither of them ever forgave themselves for that. And 35 years later, when I pull out the album and look at that news pic, I still come close to crying. The first time I looked at that picture after the birth of my son, I nearly had a come apart just thinking of it happening to my son. I would not wish that on anyone, their fault or not. So no, it's not a matter of being holier than thou, or being hypocritical about anything. I can't begin to imagine the devastation of losing my child, and frankly I don't want to. But every time I hear of something happening to a child, it makes me want to go home and hold my own very tightly. Where the hell do you live ? Both of those events are not usual, to say the least. Damn, that kid under the car thing is scary. It could happen to anyone but then what, you want a law says you have to look under your car before getting into it ? Some things just happen. Not happy about it but there ain't much you can do. Force everyone who has a car to keep it in a garage ? Good thing the kids you mentioned are alright, but it could have easily went the other way. And there ain't a damn thing we can do about it. We just cannot keep making laws to the point where you need a license to take a piss. T^T
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