Dear Satoshi Uematsu

“I don’t think that you can let the storms of life overwhelm you. When you do that, you are no better than the craziness that caused you to be under attack.”~ T. D. Jakes

(It is bad enough that this happened in Japan. But it makes things totally worse for me personally as it happened while reflecting on the death of my mother 29 years ago.)

So you decided to break into a center that was home to many mentally disabled people. You also decided that you would do so in the middle of the night while everyone was sleeping and while you were there, you decided to KILL off every disabled people in the building in the hopes of “getting rid the world of disabled people.”

And now as I write to you, 19 people (nine women, ten men) are dead. And over 20 people seriously hurt because of your actions. Because you think that the world would be better off without people with disabilities.

Let me tell you what you have done instead, at least from MY perspective:

19 people are dead. That’s a given.

You’ve pissed me off. That is also a given. And this is why, in all my haze and fury, I am sitting here writing this to you.

Even though a number of people are dead and others hurt, you have FAILED! There are 48.9 MILLION people in the world that are alive with some form of disability. 24.1 MILLION have severe disabilities. Much like the people you killed. But even though you have done what you did, 50 people versus nearly 50 MILLION?

And guess what? Those figures are disabled people in the United States of America alone. You’re not in the USA. Japan’s disabled population is much larger than you think.

There are ONE BILLION people on this planet with some disability. You are a long freaking ways off from “getting rid of disabled people from this world.”  You maniacal assworm!

Another thing that you have done is shown your absolute ignorance. People such as yourself are what’s wrong with the world today. People like you who think that the world would be a better place without having a certain kind of person around. People like you are the very kind who keep this world from living in love, joy, and peace. People like you are the reason why there is so much “wrong” in this world. Needless to say, YOU SUCK!!!

Now that you’ve turned yourself in, Japan and its citizens will not have to worry about further people being hurt or victimized. The idea that you think you could be arrested and put in jail for just two years for what you have done, then be given a free moment of plastic surgery is beyond laughable.

I hoping that authorities explore you further to find out whether or not YOU are disabled yourself!!! Wouldn’t that be ironic? Also…. if that was to be the truth, that you ARE some how or some way mentally screwed in the head, why didn’t you start your campaign of ethnic cleansing with yourself????

Through the law of the nation, you deserve to receive the punishment by the Japanese to dangle from the chin down. And they should allow someone with a disability to throw that switch. Although I am not the Japanese government. That’s just my own opinion of what should be done with a sack of shit like you!

The only thing that I take delight in, is your incarceration (in the least) knowing that you will do no more harm. And soon, there will be something else in the world happening that will bury your name and your ass into the grounds of obscurity!!

Go to HELL.

 

 

Murder From Down Under: Crocodile Edition

“Once people come to Australia, they join the team.”~ Tony Abbott

Once in a while you come across something so crazy, so bizarre, that you just cannot help yourself but to look into the situation further on your own.

So it is with the murders of Australian hookers, Phuangsri Kroksamrang, 58, and Somjai Insamnan, 27 in or near the town of Darwin in the Northern Territory.

What makes the murders of these two women so unique was the fact that they were found in crocodile infested waters. More specifically, near a tourist place for people in public to observe the crocodiles.

They were bound by their hands and feet and tethered to car batteries and thrown into the river.

It took authorities a long time to come up with those who were guilty of the crime as many theories has been explored. Including a theory that the prostitutes had been murdered by members of the motorcycle gang, the Hell’s Angels.

The gang took a lot of heat from the authorities until the truth came up.

But soon the mystery would be solved.

These two women were murdered callously in order to satisfy a debt.

It is believed by Australian authorities that these women were kept captive for at least 18 to 30 hours before they were eventually killed.

Senseless and tragic.

The murderers were hopeful and anticipating that the crocodiles in the water would consume their bodies and leave little to no evidence of the crime of murder. But the creatures barely touched the corpses, and several hours after they were dumped, they were found floating in the river near a high tourist traffic area of the banks of the river on the 1st of March 2004. 

Ben William McLean and Phu Ngoc Trinh,  both 18 years of age at the time were eventually arrested.

Both initially pled not guilty in court.

After deliberation, the two were found guilty of the murders, and sentenced to two consecutive terms of life imprisonment with a minimum non-parole period of 25 years. It is scary to think that they’ve already served nearly half of that before even thinking about being considered for parole.

Justice Mildred, who tried the case, stated that there was no evidence that the Hell’s Angels motorcycle gang had any involvement, and noted that both suspects had changed their stories many times during the case’s progress, hence their statements could not be deemed to be reliable. So basically stupid actions got them caught. They were so confident that they had gotten away with murder.

I only wished that I could have found more information on this case. If you have any thing more you feel you can add, do not hesitate to contact me.

This subject matter came up during one of the most unusual of ways, during a live chat with Australian YouTuber, “SpookyAstronauts.”Content on that channel deals with horror films and horror related stories. Plain and simple. She does a wonderful job and keeps everyone up to date and informed on what is going on in the horror film genre. If that is your kind of thing, then I suggest subscribing to her channel and following her on social media.

https://www.youtube.com/user/spookyastronauts

Odd Death #03 – Reynaldo Dagsa

“People fear death even more than pain. It’s strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death, the pain is over. Yeah, I guess it is a friend.”~ Jim Morrison

This is the craziest thing I have ever heard of.

Reynaldo Dagsa was a Filipino politician and a corporal for the Philippine Army Reserve Command.

But this is a odd death post. He died on New Year’s Day 2011 while celebrating with his family.

And what makes it so odd is that it was an assassination by a person claiming the act to be in retribution for being shot in the head by persons associated with Reynaldo Dagsa during a shootout months earlier.

The assassination was captured in a photograph taken by Reynaldo Dagsa himself. 

He gathered his family together for a family portrait, not being aware that his killer was looming just feet behind them, and the co-conspirator not far away either.

When Reynaldo Dagsa took the photograph, the flash went off…. so did the gun of the assassination, which struck Dagsa in the head.

The photograph was surrendered to the local police and the shooter was identified as Arnel Buenaflor. He was arrested and taken into police custody two days later.

 

 

Closer view of the assassin from the actual photograph.

 

 

A Decade Without A Dimebag

 

“RESPECT. WALK. Are you talkin’ to me?” – Pantera, “Walk”

Ten years ago. A full decade. And it doesn’t even seem possible.

For those of you who don’t know what I am talking about, it was ten years ago (the 8th of December 2004) where guitarist Darrell “Dimebag” Abbott was playing a show in Columbus, Ohio and was senselessly and violently murdered, along with three other people.

One man who brought down one of the world’s best heavy metal musicians with violence on his mind. And now ten years later, it feels like a blur, like a cloud, and almost an impossibility!

The fairly new band, Damageplan, was playing at Alrosa Villa in Columbus, Ohio. And from the beginning of the show, tragedy struck as Nathan Gale approached and shot Dimebag three times in the head. at nearly point blank range. The third shot killing him instantly.

The weapon similar used by Gale in his murderous rampage.

Gale is alleged to have been a fan of the band Pantera who had disbanded. And he was angry for the break up. It was also alleged that Gale had issues within and that night, he was NOT on his medication. But to that report or theory there is no evidence or proof.

At 10:18 PM, local time, calls came in of “Shots fired” and one officer did respond to the call. He would be the only one that would answer the call and face the gunman.

From the point where he entered, the gunman was facing away while holding a man hostage.

The weapon similar of the one that killed Gale and ended the tragedy in Columbus, Ohio.

The officer came in and saw Gale pull the gun up to the head of the hostage. It was at that time the officer took his own weapon and fired once, pretty much blowing off Gale’s head from behind. He never saw it coming.

One shot and it was over but many other people already laid dead.

The world of heavy metal music would never be the same.

So where was I?

I was living in a bit of self-made misery in what I call either the “House of Shame” or the “House of Pot” whichever you’d like.

At the time, living with a couple of other young adults like myself with their own physical disabilities. I was outside the FOLLOWING morning not knowing the news about anything. Hell, I didn’t even know at that point that Pantera was done. I was anticipating a reunion, and patiently awaiting the news of such when the house telephone rang. 

I was outside in the morning fresh air, playing a bit of required catch with the family dog in the backyard.

Being that I was the only one at home at the time, I struggled to quickly get back inside of the house. Finally I answered and it was a woman calling for my roommates. A female who sounded like she just had her soul crushed. Full of tears, unable to speak, sniffling and coughing and crying over the phone.

By the time I got the pertinent information out of her, shock ran throughout my entire body. Dimebag Darrell was DEAD. I started shaking with disbelief. My voice was stolen from me and I could not respond back to the woman on the other end of the line when she was asking questions as to the whereabouts of her friends, my roommates.

I’ll never forget the sound of her voice filled with grief and disbelief. It haunts me even ten years later to think of that morning after. 

In my opinion, Pantera was the band that brought back metal music back away from obscurity and set itself far apart from the grunge movement that was blazing a trail. Pantera was the band that stood up to all of that. But Pantera after twenty-plus years would never return to make that reunion. The band broke apart and then the murder of Dimebag Darrell.

But I know that other people who know what the heck I am talking about also have marked this day in their minds in their own very personal ways. Along with the anniversary death of John Lennon. Same day, many years apart.

Two talented men, brought down. The wasteful shame.

Rest in Peace, Darell Abbott.
Be at rest, John Lennon

In Cold Blood

“I’m gonna put some culture up your ass!” – some random father to his child at The Getty Museum

Well hello there snarky people!! Apparently none or very little of you know this tale, so bend over because history, culture, and society is about to be shoved up YOUR butt!!

Four people were murdered in a very tiny town in Kansas back in November 1959. All four people were the same family.

In April 1965, the two people who were responsible for the murders were executed and hanged.

Shortly after, a book was written. The story, the town, the family, and the author would become notorious!!

Now let’s dig a little deeper into detail and show the chain of events leading to this story becoming so infamous.

Two ex-convicts on parole from the Kansas State Penitentiary, Richard “Dick” Hickock and Perry Edward Smith, committed the robbery and murders in November 1959. 

One of their former fellow prisoners was Floyd Wells, who had worked as a farmhand for Mr. Clutter who lived in Holcomb, Kansas. Wells told Hickock about a safe at the farmhouse where Herb Clutter kept large amounts of cash. Hickock soon hatched the idea to commit the robbery, leave no witnesses, and start a new life in Mexico with the cash.

Crime scene photo of Mr. Clutter’s body

The information from Wells proved to be nothing but bullshit, since Mr. Clutter did not keep cash, had no safe, and did all his business by check.

Because Hickock believed in this story, they were adamant about finding the safe. The family had been tied up (the men separated from the women) and eventually all were murdered. Shot in the head by a shotgun. The only differences in the murders was that Mr. Clutter also had his throat slit by a knife… is blood splattered all over the basement walls and floor.

The men were found in the basement and the women found upstairs in the house.

No safe was found. The family was robbed of what they did have and Hickock and Smith took off in the middle of the night.

It seems as if nobody heard the shotgun blasts. At least there were no reports of hearing any in this tiny Kansas town.

Soon enough the bodies would be discovered and it would only be a few weeks before they were brought back to Kansas to face charges for the murders.

After years of appeals, both Smith and Hickock were hanged in 1965.

Shortly after, author Truman Capote wrote a book detailing and describing the crime and its ugly consequences.

It was named “In Cold Blood” and it shot everything into infamy and notoriety.

The sales of the book did very well, and even shortly after that was a Hollywood film adaptation in 1967 of the book starring Robert Blake and Scott Wilson as Smith and Hickock.

Truman Capote

The film was done in black and white and it follows the story from the time they were paroled all the way until their executions. The one thing that stands out in my mind was the fact that at the end of this film, there’s the sound of a beating heart as the execution is taking place. Then when the body falls through the trap door, it begins to slow down until it finally stops.

Evidently, Truman Capote was there during the times of the execution. He witnessed the execution of Hickock but couldn’t stand to watch the execution of Smith and then soon left the penitentiary.

His literally works put everything and everyone in the spotlight and on the map.

I actually lived in this very specific area of Kansas in the 1990’s. Many people since 1959 have owned the house but have chosen to live there quietly and in peace. One of the owners strangely committed suicide (but not inside of the house) and other strange things are linked to the home. 

There was a time when the owners at the time were strapped for cash and was allowing people to come into their home to look around for $5 a person. It was then that I personally had gone inside of the house and seen the places in which the Clutter family had laid dead.

It is actually one of the most creepiest places that I have ever been in. The Clutter home is actually scarier than the Lizzie Borden house in Fall River, Massachusetts. But this is only my opinion.

The one thing that has stuck with my head since visiting the home was the fact that the splattered blood on the walls of the basement  from Mr. Clutter is still there. No matter how many times they paint over the blood, it still comes back. I had touched the blood splatter when nobody was looking and I was almost instantly surrounded with the feeling of being frozen…… in late August.

I did not live in Holcomb, but rather I lived in Garden City at the time.

This is a map of the county. Garden City being the county seat as well as the most populated place in the county. Holcomb on the left of the image, almost not IN this photo, but is there.

Holcomb less than 8 miles away from Garden City, Kansas. And I’ve known people who lived in Holcomb. None of them spoke of the murders. Most of them still afraid to bring it up for whatever reason.

The population of Garden City in 2012 is just over 25,000 people.  The population of Holcomb where the murders took place in 2012 is just over 2,000 people.

For a little perspective…  In 1960 (only a few months after the murders) the population of Garden City, Kansas just a few miles to the east of Holcomb was 10,905 people.  The entire COUNTY was 16,093. The population of Holcomb in 1960 is estimated to be only a few hundred.

So this was truly an extremely small town that Smith and Hickock got into and by their criminal actions had put southwestern Kansas in the stars of the sky. 

However I will say this for those who are fascinated by murderers, killers, and otherwise have a general interest in this story… do NOT seek the Clutter home any more.

The owners of the house have changed from time to time and the current owners do NOT want anyone entering their house for any reason at all. DO NOT GO THERE!!!

The current owners are extremely super serious about it too. Don’t come to their property, don’t ask to be let into their house, do not drive down their road to take photographs of the house. If the owners are there and they find you, they will call the police. And they will insist you be arrested for trespassing. (In small town Kansas.. trust me, you WILL be arrested!)

I think I caught a lucky break in the 1990’s by seeing that house when the owners at the time had opened their house up. But it got to be a hassle after a while, and so they closed it up again and lived in peace. Or tried to any way.

Other residents of Holcomb are just trying to move on and away from the horrific past. But it seems as if the fame and notoriety of the murders will not let them. Truman Capote sealed their fate. It is worth noting that not a lot of the town’s residents were very willing to talk to Capote when he was in town.

And now you have been educated.

I’ve read the book. It was hard to put it down. I recommend it for those avid readers out there or for those who just want to know more.

There is the 1967 film with Robert Blake.

And there was even a “mini series” starring Anthony Edwards and Eric Roberts. The mini-series wasn’t as great as the black and white film, but does a decent job. Stick with the film from 1967 if you want to be the most accurate to the actual story and to the book.

Not The First Rodeo For Ft. Hood

“When life knocks you down, try to land on your back. Because if you can look up, you can get up. Let your reason get you back up.”~ Les Brown

I’m just speechless that another senseless act of violence and death happened yet again at Ft. Hood near Killeen, Texas.

Since the horrible events of 2009 where Nidal Hasan went on a killing rampage, it appears that another soldier carried out another deadly attack.

However the casualties are far less than what they were in 2009.

Nidal Hasan is in custody at the United States Disciplinary Barracks.

The soldier that caused the havoc in 2014 is dead by his own hand.

And so I watch all of these reports and they are constantly connecting 2014 shooting with Hasan’s rampage in 2009.

What they are NOT saying is that these two shootings are not the first time Ft. Hood has dealt with soldiers killing while on base. There has been others who have killed. But they are not talking about that.

PFC Dwight J. Loving (in custody)

PFC Dwight J. Loving was a soldier at Ft. Hood and he was involved in a series of crimes of robbing convenience stores. But what ties him to Ft. Hood and the base is the fact that Loving called for a cab and then he robbed the driver at gunpoint. Then shot him in the head, killing him.

Loving soon after called for another cab and he did the same thing, he robbed the driver and then shot him in the head and killed him in secluded areas of the military base.

Loving was apprehended the next day. Now he sits on United States military death row, waiting for his own execution. The same as Nidal Hasan. There are currently FIVE military members that are military death row.

Loving’s crimes happened in December of 1988.  Hasan was more than twenty years later and now this tragedy less than five years later.

I’m just so surprised that nobody is reporting on ALL tragic shootings for Ft. Hood.

Black Metal Singer Is Murdered

 

“That is messed up. Truly messed up.” ~ Dambreaker

I just read on the Internet about this murder story in Thailand.

A black metal singer was murdered in cold blood by a fan simply because he was not satanic enough.

What in the world is going on here??

You know what people… I’d really hate to burst your bubbles about this but NOT ALL black metal artists are Satanic, or life the same exact lifestyle as they sing in their lyrics.

I will say that granted there are those who do. But what I am saying is not all of them are.

And so the person who committed this disgusting act goes on Facebook by the name of Maleficent Meditation.

Unfortunately for me, I found it. Translated his posts. And even found crime scene photos of his doings on his profile.

Go there to your OWN discretion!! Its very graphic.

He admits to doing the crime. And it sounds like he’s taking pride in it.

Who knows what will happen now. As he was hoping to kill more people for not being Satanic enough.

 

http://www.metalsucks.net/fan-murders-black-metal-singer-allegedly-false-satanist.html

 

Facebook Killer

Derek Medina and Jennifer Alfonso

“Murder begins where self-defense ends.”~Georg Buchner

Okay, so already some of you are whining and complaining about gender bias and how I made females look crazy because I posted about female killers.

Well, I have two things to say to that: MEN do stupid things too, and women (no, not all) will often times be so jaded by them that the good men of the world suffer for it. AND the other thing I have to say about it, is here’s the “other gender” story for you. So just calm down!!

This story I found particularly insane as there’s no ending to it as of yet.

31 year old Derek Medina is now awaiting trial, being charged with the shooting murder of his wife, 26 year old  Jennifer Alfonso that occurred on the 8th of August of 2013.

This murder was so weird and odd because not only did the husband allegedly shoot and kill Alfonso, but afterwards, he took photographs of her dead body and then guess what he did? 

HE POSTED THEM ON HIS FACEBOOK PROFILE!!

(Edited here for obvious reasons. Here’s the screen cap of his Facebook profile on the day he shot and killed Alfonso. Through some good searching, you can find the unedited photograph. Not suggested though.)

And the only question I have is WHY????

Not WHY did he kill her, but WHY did he take a photograph of her laying there either dying or already dead, and post that on Facebook???

What kind of person does that?

Derek Medina is now charged with her murder.

He admitted to killing her. But Medina is ALSO stating that he had killed Alfonso in self-defense. Medina is always saying that he had gone through abuse by the hands of Alfonso. Which is not uncommon, but really never is heard of in today’s  news and society. Its possible she may have been abusive to him in some manner. But whether or not this death was because of self-defense…… nobody knows. 

A tentative date for his trial is just around the corner. And we’ll see if his “self-defense” plea holds up in a Miami, Florida court of law.

Autopsy reports are out as well as Medina’s 26 page report of when he finally turned himself in to the authorities. Autopsy shows that Alfonso was on her knees and has wounds to her arms, as if to protect her face. That doesn’t sound like someone who is giving abuse to another person to me. It rather sounds like someone scared for their life, and in this case, rightfully so as Alfonso was shot MORE than six times.

But as I said, we’ll see when finally Medina is brought to trial.

Black Widows

Marjorie Orbin

“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.” ~ Voltaire

I am thinking either one of several this evening. Either I need new friends or the rain that has been falling over the past 24 hours is getting to me. Or it could be that the knowledge and information that I have been obtaining as of lately is poisoning my head. But I think the last option is far from the truth, to be honest.

This afternoon I was given a surprise visit by a male colleague and his brand new, spanking-fresh girlfriend. There’s probably more emphasis needed on the spanking than usual, but I’ll leave that one alone.

So then yeah, a surprise visit from him with his new girlfriend on his arm, and lap, and neck, and groin. Made me wanna roll my eyes so far into the back of my own head that I could look at my brain.

You see dear readers, she’s a stripper at a local gentlemen’s club. Whether or not that’s where he found her, I do not know because I didn’t ask.

The lowered demeanor of the both of them made me so glad when they left my home that I was quick to lock the door behind them and it wasn’t even dark outside. Which brings us to our lovely tale of black widows. 

Marjorie Orbin was a showgirl and a stripper. When she met her husband Jay, she was 35 years of age and going on her seventh marriage. That’s right — 7 marriages by 35 years.

Marjorie with then boyfriend, Michael J. Peters

As I went through and learned more about her story, it was blatantly clear that Marjorie had a taste for the high life. She had champagne tastes and caviar desires. A woman, whom I personally probably would go through life and never be happy.

But she had the world brought to her whenever she snapped her fingers. Men pined and craved for her. And the attention blew her ego to 100,000 times the size of China.

And then enter Jay Orbin. A successful man who fell for Marjorie’s charms.

It had seemed that Marjorie was totally and completely irresistible.

After having spending time with the wealthiest of the wealthy in Florida, she knew she found her true desires.

But as with many of these kinds of women who’s appetite can never been conquered, she began to mess around with yet another man, even though she was married to Jay.

The marriage got in the way, and Marjorie needed Jay to leave her alone so that she could continue on with her affair. 

The next thing you know, in 2004, a homeless transient in the Phoenix, Arizona desert was passing through when he found a large container. At the moment he opened it, he found a human torso, with all of the internal organs removed. The police were then called in.

It was the torso of Jay Orbin. His head, legs, and arms had been cut off and stuffed into the container.

A murder mystery was now in the hands of the Phoenix Police Department.

And I actually started to feel bad for Marjorie when I read about this horrible murder. But the more that I read and researched, the more sick to my stomach I became.

Longer story short….. the boyfriend that she had the affair with while married to Jay is enjoying his freedom while Marjorie is in jail for the murder of her own husband. And she claims to this day that she had nothing to do with it, that she did not kill her husband. 

But you know what? I’m not buying all of it. She KNEW it happened. She KNEW that Jay was the obstacle in the way of her getting what she wanted.

Marjorie was even found on security camera actually purchasing the container that would eventually hold the severed remains of her husband from a local store.

There are others that I’ve read about, such as Karen Newell. Another woman who was found to be so attractive and irresistible that she claims that men would kill and DID kill for her. However, I did not spend a second of research on her because the pattern was already there from what I had learned to that point.

But its all a part of this fantasy life they have in their heads. They are innocent, their boyfriends/lovers are the ones who are guilty, and they’ve not done a single thing wrong. And now that their lives of glamour and riches is stripped away from them, they are bitter. It repeats itself over and over and over again when a woman is often found guilty of murdering their husband and/or boyfriends/lovers.

To go back now…. does my colleague have money? OHH, you bet!!! Is he rich? DEFINITELY SO!!!

Do I take from him? Not at all. I don’t even allow him to pay for times that he and I have gone out to eat or whatever, if I have the money, then I will go and pay for my own.

Will this local stripper kill him for his money? Ehh, I don’t know. But what I do know is that he better be EXTREMELY CAREFUL about it. And this blog post is my warning to him.

Yes, he will be receiving the URL link to this blog post when I am finished writing it. And its probably going to piss him off a little bit. But hey…. I’d rather have him pissed than have him robbed of what he earned…. or worse.

When Reality Strikes

“Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. I can never be what I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the interrelated structure of reality.”~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

Three people were arrested and charged with murder in Alabama in the last week. The tale of the murder is very bloody and horrific.

 

But we hear about these kinds of stories all of the time in the news and on the Internet. So then why am I talking about a crime that happened in a place that I have never been to before? 

 

Reason: One of my friends lives there. It has become personal.

 

We hear about crimes happening all of the time. A murder happening somewhere in the country or something else that was so awful that it spread to nationwide news. Just in the past few days, Virginia Tech had another school shooting. It was not as tragic as the one several years ago, but it was in the news.

 

Still, it surrounds us. But we have become numb to the fact that these crimes are happening. Why? Because it was not something that was personal.

 

But it is personal to those who are involved.

 

This murder in Alabama happened, and three are in jail and awaiting court in the morning as I am told. The person who seems to have been responsible for the crime, is the best friend of someone whom I am friends with.

 

Nobody honestly pays attention, until some how it is related to you personally. Like I said, I wasn’t there. But that’s where my friend lives. And she’s most likely filled with the anguish of confusion, doubt, disbelief, and everything else that you can think of. Yet I don’t want to put words into her mouth or force different emotions upon her. The bottom line is that this cold reality has struck her and she is dealing with it. I wished I could help her.

 

The three who were arrested admitted to the crime. And now my friend believes that the one with whom she was close to, that is involved, won’t becoming back. As she said in her own words on the telephone with me just moments ago, “It’s like a death in the family.”

 

But there’s a lot of people that I am sure that has gone to her and offered their help. Being swarmed by people with promises of “if you ever need anything”, although helpful at times, probably is not what she is going to be needing from me as her friend.

 

Then again, I do not know exactly what she needs from me at this point. But whatever it is, I am confident that she will seek me out for it, and I will be there to the best of my own abilities to be there for her in that time.

 

The person who allegedly committed this crime was someone that she knew most intimately and personally. Spending time together with one another’s families. Being in one another’s homes and everything. I cannot imagine nor would I pretend to imagine just how lost and empty she feels right now. Nor this person’s mother and his family. Nor even the family of the victim. I can’t think of what ALL people involved in this horrible, horrible event are going through at the moment.

 

But my point is this: We tend to not give much of what we hear a second thought. But that all changes when things happen that hit so close to home. Especially if it directly hits home.

 

I find it amazing that’s how life will sometimes work.

 

I’ve not had this kind of life experience before. And even though I am not there, and I am not involved first-hand, it has been something that has struck me as well. Because I know that my friend is hurting badly right now.

 

Yet I hope that soon, I will be able to be there for my friend in the exact and precise way that she needs in order to help her get through this. I do not know what that will be. I will have to cross that bridge when I get to it.