HOW COULD THEY??? HE WAS JUST A BABY

He was small for six yrs old, he had big, scared dark brown eyes, his little frame was lean. He had a sadness about him that you could feel the moment you saw him. He seemed like he'd given up, there was a form of submission that wasn't normal for a six year old.

I couldn't hold back the tears when I saw what she had done. I smiled at him, then quickly turned away for a moment to gain my composure. I couldn't believe anyone could be so cruel and why, someone tell me why?

His name was Isaac, which means laughter. I wonder if his mother had named him that purposely because he had brought joy to her life. His parents were gone, his father had gone to pick up his mother from work. On the way back home, they were almost to the exit ramp, the 18 wheeler in front of them hit his brakes suddenly, Isaac's father had no time to react, there was another 18 wheeler behind them, he hit the back of the truck as the other truck behind him smashed into their vehicle. They both died instantly, the car was reduced to a small heap of metal with both of them crushed inside.

In the dispatch center lines were ringing off the hook, witnesses were calling to report a major accident, paramedics, firemen and officers raced to the scene. What they found was beyond belief, the enormity of it all was overwhelming. People were screaming, the truckers couldn't believe what had just happened. The one in front of the vehicle said he saw the vehicle and felt the impact, he felt so helpless.

Officers were finally able to locate a license plate, dispatch verified the owners. Someone had to go to the residence to see if there were any next of kin, dispatch began to research the address for a phone number, for anyone who might have the same last name. Officers arrived at the victims home to find a sixteen yr old babysitter named Sheniqua. Issac and his four yr old sister Cherry were running through the house playing as officers explained what happened. She immediately broke down, officers tried to calm her for the childrens sake, then asked if there were next of kin that could be notified.

Sheniqua had a phone number of an aunt, the children were placed with her. Little did officers know, those next six months in Isaac and Cherry's life would be sheer horror. It was a neighbor who made the call, she was concerned for the children, she could hear the little boy screaming, stated it had been going on for a couple of hours and she couldn't take it any longer, she wanted officers to come out for a welfare check.

Upon arrival at the residence, officers could hear muffled crying, they asked to see Isaac and Cherry. The aunt stated they were asleep, officers insisted on seeing them. They were shocked at what they found. In the bedroom there was a mattress on the floor, it was dark and smelled of urine, dirty clothes were everywhere, quite a difference from the home the children were at when officers met them six months ago.

Isaac was laying face down crying, Cherry was sitting in the corner looking frightened. There was a chair on one side of the room by the dresser, a curling iron was laying on top of the chair. Officers called out to Isaac, he didn't respond, he kept crying. The went to him and he coiled away from them in a fetal position, when they turned him over they could not believe their eyes, his entire face and hands were covered in burns from the curling iron. The aunt began to explain he burned himself playing with the curling iron. The officer on the scene could barely control himself, he had a six yr old, how could anyone do this. He began to tell Isaac he was there to help him and no one would hurt him ever again, he made a call over the radio for another officer to be dispatched to the scene and to get paramedics to the scene asap. CPS was notified and the detective over child abuse was on his way to the PD. Paramedics arrived and immediately took the children to the closet Emergency room, the burns were not only on Isaacs face and hands, but all over his body, many of his injuries had healed, but the scars were still there. When I saw Isaac, it was a few weeks later at the PD, his dark skin had pink scabs and dark scars where his aunt had abused him. For some reason, the aunt focused on Isaac, Cherry had minor injuries, but the emotional trauma will take years to heal. Upon investigation officers learned the 14 yr old daughter of the aunt was also abused, she was forced to inflict injuries on Isaac or suffer more abuse herself.

This story is just one of many child abuse calls. I was told Criminolgy is the study of the criminal mind and it is to research to find out why criminals commit the crimes they do, why they kill, abuse, steal etc. I don't have to study to know why, its because they are demented!!!!, the world is getting more wicked by the day. Things sometimes appear normal when they are not, we must remember we are our brothers keeper. Christ told us the greatest commandment of all is to Love One Another and in doing this we will fulfill all of the other commandments. So we should always keep our eyes and ears open, hopefully to save one more child. In my life, I have known of two that died, I am thankful these two didn't.

Lets all do our part to clean up the neighborhood. report anything suspicious, report graphetti, it may be gang related, if you see broken windows on a vacant home, let the PD know it so it can be repaired. All of these things deter crime, it takes all of us to make the world a better place. Thanks for reading this story and thanks for all of your comments, it's hard being the mom of the Blog Master, I tried to keep my site secret, so he wouldn't be policing it!!!

THE IMAGES STILL HAUNT MY MIND

As we arrived at the PD tonight, little did we know of the situations we were going to face. The air was hot and sticky, inside the PD it was a mad house, the calls bombarded the dispatchers, duty officers and patrol officers. Little did we know there would be no rest this night. We made our way to our positions and began to fulfill our duty to protect and serve.

I sat down to boot up my computer, turning up the Police Radio as I waited, Finally the screen pops up, I am able to enter a call. All five lines are ringing, I answer one of the lines... Police Department may I help you. Its a young man, his name is Sean, he is concerned about his brother in law, Sam. Sam was at the house only a week ago, they had discussed his financial situation and decided it was time for Sam to get a job. He'd been depressed lately, so his sister Robin, Sean's wife was concerned when he wasn't answering the phone, she'd been calling all week and his voice mail kept answering his cell phone. She called Sam's friend, no one had seen or heard from him all week. Was Sam mad at them, were they too hard on him? She thought to herself maybe we shouldn't have pushed him.

Sean was still on the line... he asked if we could go to Sam's home on Oak Street and ck his welfare. I got all of the pertinent information on Sam, his full name, hgt, wgt, date of birth, the clothes he was last seen wearing. Did he have any scars, marks or tattoos? What about piercings I asked? Is he on any Meds? Are there drugs involved? Where does he hang out. Then I advised Sean to call us back within the hour, we would dispatch an officer to the location.

Upon arrival, 4X22 called on the radio reporting a Green Toyota Tundra was in the driveway. He called out the license plate, victor, sam, three, seven, paul, boy VS37PB. Dispatch verified the vehicle belonged to Sam. 4X22 approached the door, knocking loudly he waited. No one responded, dispatch advised Sam's sister had given permission to break into the house. 4X23 was dispatched to the scene, upon arrival, both officers searched the outside perimeter, only to find no one there and all doors and windows locked. The next step would be to break in the door, Kicking the door in was no problem for 4 X22, he was 6ft, 5in, weighed 325 lbs, pure muscle. One kick and they were in, 4X22 was in command, he called out POLICE, is anyone home, no answer. They searched room to room, 4X23 went one way down the hall, 4X22 the other, then they see him.

Blood seemed to be on everything in the room. The bed was soaked, brains were spattered on the wall, it looked as if he'd been there for days, 4X23 was a rookie, the whole scene was too much, he bolted out the door, hovering over the bushes outside, he felt overwhelmed. Calling for help on the radio, dispatch patched them to their own radio channel, no longer was this a welfare ck, but it was now classified as an unconscious person, paramedics would verify and change it to a DOA when they arrived. Dispatchers were working frantically, they sent out a critical incident page to detecives, now it was time to call the Medical Examiner. Firefighters and Paramedics arrived, people were gathering, the firefighters were getting out the pumps to pump fresh air into the house, so they could bear the smell of death. Then someone screams and begs to go in, it's Sam's mother, she only lived a few blocks away. Police officers are arriving, detectives, they are putting up yellow tape around the crime scene, family services is paged to assist the family. It will be hours now before officers and detectives are allowed to leave the scene, they will work thru the night until the morning. Calls are still coming in, panic alarms, robbery alarms, silent alarms, holdup alarms, domestic disturbances, fights, loud music calls and more. There is not enough time or manpower to meet the needs of the city.

As the night closes for me, the images still haunt my mind. What were Sam's last thoughts? Did he feel alone, hopeless, like there was no way out? Did he feel taking his life was his only option, did he know there were people who loved him, who cared, then I ask myself, did he know Christ? Did he leave this life to face a different kind of horror, one that can not even be imagined by our human minds. Lord, I hope not. I will go home now, the city never sleeps, the calls will be coming in as I lay my head on my pillow, the night shift will man their positions, all night long calls will come in, people unaware of the tradegy of a life cut short, going about life in their own ways, demanding we get to their homes right now to silence the neighbors barking dog or loud music...it's as if no one else in the City mattered. I drift off to sleep and pray for peace and for Sam's family as they embrace thier grief. Please God have mercy on us all and be with us this night, let us remember there are people out there who feel all alone, allow us to reach out to them, to hopefully stop a life from ending too soon. Amen.

ITS A FULL MOON OUT TONIGHT

The story you are about to read is true, the characters names have not been used to protect the innocent, the suspects in this case have not been apprehended, if you know of any information that would be useful in solving this case, please place your comment in the comment section.

The City seemed quiet on this Wednesday night as we entered the dungeon we call dispatch. It was dark innside, the floor has been raised about twelve inches to allow computer cables to run to and fro in the Communications center, so the sound of hollow footsteps echoed as we manned our positions, readying ourselves for whatever the night might hold. From all sides of the room, radios were humming, computer screens lit up all over the room, phones ringing, 911 emergencies all over town. Dispatchers nerves were frazzled as they listened intently trying to figure out the outcome of the calls they just received. Tempers flared as tensions increased.

On this night, a young college student just arrived home from a long day at college, as she entered her bedroom to change clothes so she can begin her night of studying for finals, she hears something. What was it? Tension feels the room as she looks around, and there he is standing outside of her window, an older white male, wearing khakis and a yellow button down shirt, exposing himself. She races to her cell phone quickly dialing 911, we receive the call, she is frantic. Trying to get her address is something of a task. She is so upset, finally she gives an address, we ask her to hold and immediately dispatch two officers to her location, all the while keeping her on the line in the event the perp decides to go further and try to enter her home. She is alone, scared, her parents live in another state, her mind is racing, what if she had not seen him, what if he had gotten into her home.

Officers arrive on the scene, we alert the caller officers are searching the perimeter, finally they go to the door, we advise her to go let them in. No suspect...then another call, he is already at another home, officers race to that address, one of the neighbors spotted him, he began to run, officers hurriedly go down alleys, from location to location, still no suspect.

Officers return frustrated and concerned, then another call comes in...an eleven yr old interpreting...you can hear someone frantic in the background speaking spanish, something about being shot, two victims, one shot in the head, one shot in the foot. The dispatcher taking the call, tries to calm the child so they can get a location, then dispatches officers immediately to the scene.

The victims only have the description that four blk males were near the washateria, fired shots at them, then fled in a red car, officers are calling out their locations on the radio, first two, then three, now we have seven officers on the scene searching the area. Again no suspects to be found, an BOLO (be on the lookout) has been broadcast for the suspects.

This is only two of the hundreds of call received throughout the night. Residents sleep, feeling safe and all the while perps are lurking about seeking a victim. The moral of this true story is pay attention to what is going on around you, things are not how they seem

Things Are Rarely the Way I Want Them to Be!

When I started this blog, I first titled it...Things are not always the way I want them to be, then I thought about it and realized... Things are rarely the way I want them to be.

Have you ever thought about why things just happen? My kid wrote in her blog about how we don't choose our feelings, well we don't choose all of our situations either. Sometimes life just seems to deal us a hand that is hard to handle. Don't ask me why. I will never understand some of the things that are going on in my life right now. I am just trusting that God will help me get thru it I am believing it will all work out, but I can't help but doubt it sometimes, so I must have faith that All things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His Purpose.

For Instance, my mom, her money is disappearing from her account, this should not be happening, but it has been happening for as long as I can remember. She is very sick and needs to be cared for and I feel this should be the time in her life, when we should make sure she is not taken advantage of, but as I said in my last post, she is in somewhat control and when you try to help her, she won't let you.

God I pray you take care of this situation. I know one day we will all answer for what we have done, so I trust Him to take care of this situation...if not now, then in His time. For now i am leaning on Him, knowing He Will One Day hold each of us accountable, so God help me to do what you would have me do, help me to be strong enough to do what you would have me do at this critical time in mom's life. I am putting it all in your hands. I give it to you!!

This is all I have for today, I am kinda down, so maybe tomorrow I will have peace and will write a more exciting blog.

EEEKKKK!!! I'M STILL SCARED OF MY MOTHER!!!

Can you believe it? I am scared of my mother. The one who brought me into the world and is also the one who seems like she could take me out of it if she so chooses. hee hee!

She is dependent on us now in some ways and in some ways not, she is not in her right mind totally, but when you try to talk with her about the things that will help her to have a happier life, for instance her finances, where she lives, yada yada yada, she gets all up in your face and tells you that you don't know what you are talking about and to shutup. Then the very moment your back is turned she talks about you like you are a heathen to your family and to your friends. Tell me what do I do? I realize she is eighty and she does not mean it in one way, but in another she does. I am having to really depend on God on this one. The people I know who are not around her all the time might tend to believe she is telling them something that is true, but the people who are around her for a few days at a time know it is all bull crap. So...the question is do I put duct tape on her mouth when I am gone? What are your suggestions?

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Today I realized enough is enough. I mean really...why is it that all the needy people in the world know my number and where I live? I have realized if I don't put up the Stop Sign, this will continue into eternity turning my life into a chaotic mess.

I was thinking here we are on a nice peaceful acre of land in the country, beautiful trees in the yard, wind blowing thru the house...but the only thing is, now my eighty year old mother is there, which by the way is okay, except for the fact that she is not in her right mind, she makes up these tremendous stories about me and the rest of the family and then pretends to be this innocent little gramma. I also have Joseph who is going to be 21 in September, who by the way, I never asked how long he planned to stay. Not that he is any trouble, he isn't. But my privacy has all disappeared. Then to top it all off, another 20 yr old by the name of Kyle wanted to move in, and then my bro calls me and asks if I will take in his 18 yr old stepson, Timothy. Then if that weren't all, my step daughter told us she was going to move in permanently. Oh No she isn't!!!! What do I look like? Rescue services or something. That is not all that is driving me nuts, I have boys calling me asking me questions that I have answered a thousand and one times. Then my friend Joe calls and try to open up five cans of guilt trip in one phone call, I wanted to SCREAM!!!! Why can't these people get a life???

So where do I go from here? What next? I first started unplugging my home phone at night. Then when I get home I turn off our cell phones at midnight, so we can at least get a good nights sleep. I am going to start muting my calls when I am with someone I want to spend time with, because my phone always rings right n the middle of my conversations.

I guess the next step is to say no to anyone else coming to live with us and find out how long Joseph plans to stay. As for my mother, God love her, I don't know what to do, but just take it one day at a time. If you are reading this and you are a praying person, please send one up for me, cause God is the only real peace that I have. I know He is all knowing and He never gives us more than we can handle, so for now I am saying enough is enough. I am cleaning the clutter from my life, meaning I am going to Confront, if they don't compromise, then I will Cut them off, or I might forget the Compromise and just go straight to the cutting.

The Still Quiet Silence of the Night

It is a dark, quiet night. The stillness is almost too much to bear. As I look out at my car, I wonder if anyone is hiding in the back seat. I must have way too much time on my hands. My mind is cluttered with images of frightening things, I hear the sounds in the night, unfamilar sounds that make me turn my head and gasp in fear. Why am I feeling this way? Is someone out there? Is someone watching me? Or have I had way too many phone calls of people peering in windows, sitting across the street staring at who knows what, strange cars in the neighborhood, panic alarms, holdup alarms, silent alarms, robbery alarms, now I am alarmed. What is happening in the city? The darkness is eerie, when I drive home, it seems cars pull beside me and stare into my window. Do they have a gun, a machetti, a pocket knife, a toothpick to prick me with? Why are they all lookin at me? Are they following me? Images haunt my mind, I silently pray to get safely home, wondering if tonight is my last night here on earth. Surely there is still much to do, many more crimes to fight, many more calls for help to answer, surely I am not done here. Finally I reach the last road home, finally I can see the security light of the driveway, I pull in...then I must get out and shut the gate, still I feel as if someone is watching me, still I wonder if someone is hiding in the bushes, I think I hear someone breathing, am I a paranoid schizo? I have images of someone rushing up to me with my back turned, jumping on my back, trying to kill me. So I turn quickly to the right and to the left all the way to the door, as I run inside, the porch is dark, still I am scared, I close the blinds, I cannot see the table, is someone sitting there, inside it is dark, they are asleep, is someone waiting in the dark, my mind haunts me with images, did someone come in while they were sleeping. Finally I get the lights on, I look around in each room, shut the blinds and shutters, the doors, the locks and now I can turn the air down, so the house is cool and finally I have peace. I feel safe. I run to my room, jump in the bed and thank God I made it home one more time.