It is Sunday and I’m scheduled to work 8 hrs of overtime though I don’t really want to. I tried to get it off but we are shorthanded again.
Today is Denise’s fundraiser in North Port. It is for her kids and I’d love to go but can’t. I was hoping her dad would be there so I could tell him how sorry I was. I’d tell her husband too but her father seemed more devastated. It still makes me cry.
I don’t understand how a killer could hear his victim pleading for her life and not be moved to let her go. How could he look into his victim’s terrified eyes and still pull the trigger? My god, the sadistic bastard. I just want him dead…no quarter given.
Sometimes, like now, I’m in a room (IHOP) full of people but feel alone – an alien in human form. They laugh, let their kids misbehave, and are obviously enjoying their lives. They have no thought of the grim reaper visiting them or a loved one today. I look at the children and wonder – which one will be steamrolled by tragedy, violence and death?
I know I have to quit thinking like this but it is difficult when I am privy to the horrors humans visit on one another. Had a daughter that got angry at her 90+ year old mother and pushed her down to the floor. The elderly woman broke her hip and wrist. Who does that kind of thing? Who would then leave her mom laying on the floor, hurt, because she didn’t want to get in trouble with the police? Obviously it wasn’t all that accidental because she showed no remorse.
While walking Baxter this morning – I wanted to stop several people I saw walking along and ask them if they knew – right then and there -where they were. Most people walk around having no idea of their location. If they had to stop to call 911 right then, they’d struggle to give identifiers for the area they are standing. I understand how we all have important things on our minds – but folks, take a few seconds every minute or two to notice a street sign, address, landmark, something so that – god forbid – you had to call us, we could actually respond.
