Thank you God
My Mom, responded to my latest blog about the fly. She told me a story of her own. A real one. It's the type that you think about and dwell on long after it is healthy. The type that gives you nightmares with all of the what-ifs. I am always humbled when I hear this sort of thing, espescially when it is so close to home. It affected my family, not someone in
who-knows-where. I thank God that, in His never ending mercy and grace and compassion, He would care for my family. For my Mom, my borthers, my sister. Every time, I ask myself why?
"Here's one for you....today we went to the "Y" with Andrew, little guys and Chris.We're playing in the water, and one of the employees comes running out of the building telling everyone to get out of the water - NOW. There were a few dark clouds, so I assumed they had seen some major lightening that the guards had missed. The kiddos were spread all over the pool - some over by the guard's stand, others in the shallow end, Andrew and Chris by the diving boards.
It was chaotic. While this is happening, in the parking lot I see a police car and several officers yelling at this man. They're yelling at him to get on the ground, and he's not cooperating. There are probably four officers trying to get him on the ground.
Turns out he had wandered into the "Y," I guess asking for something - water, food, money - who knows? When they didn't respond the way he wanted, he started getting belligerent. A few of the Y members tried to gently escort him outside and calm him down - meanwhile they called 911. When the police arrived, he attacked an officer. It was pretty scary; he wouldn't be subdued.
The employee at the Y had made us all move into the cover of the building. She was afraid there might be shooting - they didn't know if he was armed, or if he tried to bolt, if the police would fire on him. Imagine him jumping the fence and getting into the pool area with all the kids. She told me he seemed to be wacked out on drugs, and that he was a Marine. My heart just broke for this young man. Who knows what nightmares live in his head, what makes him think he needs drugs to cope, what he was really wanting at the Y when he came in - help, maybe.
I'm so thankful that we didn't happen to be walking in or out when he was there. At the same time, I feel this profound grief that this young man's life is such a mess. I've been praying for him. I wonder if he has any family to care for him. - Mom"
who-knows-where. I thank God that, in His never ending mercy and grace and compassion, He would care for my family. For my Mom, my borthers, my sister. Every time, I ask myself why?
"Here's one for you....today we went to the "Y" with Andrew, little guys and Chris.We're playing in the water, and one of the employees comes running out of the building telling everyone to get out of the water - NOW. There were a few dark clouds, so I assumed they had seen some major lightening that the guards had missed. The kiddos were spread all over the pool - some over by the guard's stand, others in the shallow end, Andrew and Chris by the diving boards.
It was chaotic. While this is happening, in the parking lot I see a police car and several officers yelling at this man. They're yelling at him to get on the ground, and he's not cooperating. There are probably four officers trying to get him on the ground.
Turns out he had wandered into the "Y," I guess asking for something - water, food, money - who knows? When they didn't respond the way he wanted, he started getting belligerent. A few of the Y members tried to gently escort him outside and calm him down - meanwhile they called 911. When the police arrived, he attacked an officer. It was pretty scary; he wouldn't be subdued.
The employee at the Y had made us all move into the cover of the building. She was afraid there might be shooting - they didn't know if he was armed, or if he tried to bolt, if the police would fire on him. Imagine him jumping the fence and getting into the pool area with all the kids. She told me he seemed to be wacked out on drugs, and that he was a Marine. My heart just broke for this young man. Who knows what nightmares live in his head, what makes him think he needs drugs to cope, what he was really wanting at the Y when he came in - help, maybe.
I'm so thankful that we didn't happen to be walking in or out when he was there. At the same time, I feel this profound grief that this young man's life is such a mess. I've been praying for him. I wonder if he has any family to care for him. - Mom"
posted by midshipman at 9.6.05
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