had wanted to write a fun piece on my memories of Patriots Day in New
England, when I lived in cold New Hampshire thirty years ago. That drawn
out spring as they celebrated the 18th of April for the "shot heard
around the world." Spring that dragged, but those hearty New Englanders
had the Boston Marathon, taking a holiday.
You know what happened
yesterday at the Boston Marathon. It is all over the place. A tragedy
marring a wonderful celebration of freedom. Children killed. A coward
bombing a public event.
Amidst all the posts for Boston, I noticed
one about the mother of Teddy Foltz and her boyfriend. The attorneys
are petitioning for separate trials. I'm sad for Boston, but every time I
see Teddy's name or face, tears well up in my eyes. As I wrote before,
the system failed this little boy. Two school districts and several
times he went to the hospital for various maladies, like frostbite on
his feet, no one further investigated these incidences.
and abuse have no more revelations when I read about the pending trial.
It shocks and sickens me. I cry. We lose children every day to abuse
and killing. If they are not physically killed like Teddy, they are
murdered in their souls. If they grow up, they are likely to be monsters
to children in their lives. No statistics here, so site me on that.
children lost at Sandy Hook and in Boston, yesterday, are tragic
losses, indeed. I am in no way downplaying their deaths. I think,
though, they had happy lives with parents who loved them. If you saw
them, you would no more feel sorry for them or fear for their lives the
day before the tragedy than any other child from stable homes.
have to look beyond and see the Teddy's and his twin brothers. We have
to look beyond the smiles that children seem to have naturally, even
when the life they have behind close doors is horrible. Children are
forgiving. They love their abusers or the enablers to the abusers,
because they have no other compass. Children love their families.
as now, we have to be on the alert of suspicious characters in public
events, we need to have radar up for the every day abusers. Pray for
teachers, public health workers, other adults and yourself, that
diligence in getting to the bottom of the evidence of abuse, neglect
and stories of cover up. We need to pray for noses for the facts, not
letting go, like a dog with a bone.