A Nightmare At Home At the start of a beautiful fall, every parent worst nightmare came into existence. One evening that nightmare got closer to home and knocked at our doors. “It’s such a sad thing, I mean we know these people, we know these kids, and it’s just so unbelievable.” Karen said. “I agree.” Nicole starts. “I think it hits closer to home because it happened here in our community an these are people with whom we share our lives, this is unimaginable. I don’t know what I will do if it happened to me. What do you think cam?” “I agree with you both, because we know these families and they live in our community, it does affect us more personally than others.” I replied. “All I can think about is how Cheryl and Emily are …show more content…
“Cheryl is making a statement.” “I say this to the kidnappers" cheryl says, "please don’t hurt my baby, I can personally assure you that whatever you want, you can have. Just bring my baby home. My family and I are prepared to offer anything for the safe return of Caleb. Now, I plead out as a mother to anyone and everyone in the city hearing this message, if anyone knows or has seen anything, please contact the number on your screen. My heart goes out to the Dunbar 's, and to Emily Dunbar especially, as of this moment, we are as one mother searching for her child. Thanks for the prayers that we have received, and a special thanks to the Green Creek Police Department and F.B.I. for all the hard work that they have put in looking for Caleb. Thank you all.” “She is so strong,” says Nicole. “I don’t think I could be that sane if something like that should happen to little Kevin.” “Come on girls,” I say. “Let’s finish cleaning this up, I want to get home so I can tuck Cayden in and have a glass of wine with Christian before bed, but I’ll tell you though, it should be
She was cruelly treated, spit at, beaten, and shunned on a daily basis. Her parents were sympathetic to her dilemma and finally forced her to see a psychiatrist. She was placed on medication that made her very sleepy. The psychiatrist said that “kids will be kids and that possibly she was looking for attention from her parents.” In eighth grade, a group of popular students followed her to the parking lot after school on a winter’s afternoon, knocked her to the ground, and shoved fistfuls of snow down her throat, laughing as they watched her struggle to breathe.
Everything for a year had been leading up to this point and here I was in the middle of the happiest place on earth in tears because my friends had abandoned me in the middle of Disney on the senior trip.
The reporter said “Dave swear he is getting off of drugs” and he’s helping her get off; however, the reporter doesn’t really believe it. The reporter said the child has learned bad words from Eden because she curses around him. Eden last had an open case in 2013, and they found out she had her 10 year old urinating in a cup for her, so she could pass her drug test. There is an open case on Eden in Arkansas, and there may be a warrant out for her arrest. The reporter said someone may want to call Arkansas and notify them on mom’s whereabouts; the reporter said she has tried to call but didn’t get through. The reporter said mom is supposed to be going back to Arkansas tomorrow (11/14/2015), and she doesn’t want her to come and take the child. The reporter said the child is being affected by mom’s actions, and she doesn’t know what Eden is doing around him. The reporter said Dave lives in Pike County (take the Fernwood Ext, coming to McComb, take a left and go over the over path, go straight across the light, and it’s the 2nd house to the left), and there is a dark blue truck with a whit car parked in front of the truck; also, there are dogs chained up in front of the house (unknown safety
After each was seated comfortable, I began, “What has really caught my attention is that the kidnappers have called at 9:02 each time. To me this is significant because the business world is open and up for business, especially the banks. Kids are in schools and most of the jobs are nine to five. Next, the targets are four and five years of age, young gullible, and trusting, but also mobile. They are small and easily hidden. Preschool and kindergarten age tells me they culprits don’t want to take time babysitting infants and changing diapers. Which brings me to the third piece of the puzzle; both children can be heard talking to another individual asking politely for more cookie or juice. This tells me they are being taken care of and are feeling comforted by whoever has them. The children are dropped off at or near a familiar place to them, a day care or relative’s house. These kidnappers know these children, their routines, and their families. Finally everything about this crime in neatly tied up and completed before 3:00 the same day. The money amount is an amount the family can afford and the bank can wire transfer. 3:00 is the time the bank's cut off from one day to the next for their business transactions.” I sat back having offered all my pent up observations and
Shoulders trembling and teeth clattering at eighty miles per hour on a cold winter night. A mother that had lost her children, her world. This young woman's life had been left in ruins when she was left behind with no place to call home. A violent and abusive relationship that accumulated into a heart wrenching divorce. The now ex wife forced herself up from her sorrowful position and began traveling up the streets of Chicago. Like magic, A television switched on to the news channel as she passed by an electronics store. “AMBER ALERT,” read the title of the broadcast. “Two male, five year old children, by the names of Robert and Nick have just gone missing after the brutal murder of their father, James Douglas,” the newscaster proclaimed. He
I received a voice mail today from Sean McKnight stating he has a meeting setup with Ken Barber and some other individuals on the executive board of Illinois Joining Forces (IJF). I felt it was my duty to inform the group about some important facts that Mr. McKnight is very good at hiding. I met Mr. McKnight during my time at NIU. I just served my time as the NIU Veterans Club president and decided it was time to let someone else take the helm. Matthew Galloway the current Veterans Club president introduced the club to Sean McKnight at a veterans club meeting. Sean came in and presented himself as a seasoned veteran’s advocate who has many connections throughout the state of Illinois and Washington D.C. He promoted his organization that he was starting Warriors Guarding Warriors as a revolutionary concept that has not been thought of as for yet throughout the veteran community. Finally, he offered his services to any veterans having trouble with VA benefits or the medical process. At the time we did not know that he was not officially certified to help veterans, and nor did he actually know the proper process or paper work needed to help our fellow veterans. Sean offered to be the Veterans Clubs mentor. The club held a vote and
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
Brick walls are always going to show up in our lives to prove to us how badly we want something. One brick wall that I have faced in my life has to do with when I was younger and played softball. I was the newest member of the team and I had never played the sport before. I was always interested in watching softball, and finally decided to play on a recreational team with my close friend. All of the other girls had played for a few years already, and had grasped the skill. I on the other hand, was just learning all of the skills and wasn’t the best. Each practice, I would really try hard to play at the same skill level as all of the other girls, but it was hard to instantly be good at something new. Eventually, the games started to begin and
“The world is full of inequalities. Don’t believe me? Just go look in the movies.”
All my life ,I’ve always wanted to be someone in life who can actually make a difference to this world in a positive way. Ever since I was a little girl I pushed myself to always best I can be just . I lived in a town outside Los Angeles, California , it was called Van Nuys,California.The elementary school (Kittridge Elementary) I had went to was in a low income area, mainly spanish community had lived in the area I was living in at the time .I had a lot of friends (mainly mexicans) I focused a lot on being on time for school , staying on task in class, and finishing my homework. At such a young age I had felt such ambition and was doing very good for myself. At the age of 10 was when reality start to really hit me , even though I was very young I started to see things differently.
After countless hours of uncomfortable naps and tasteless meals between flights, we finally arrived at the unfamiliar land of America. Leaving all our dear friends and families behind, I was told that we came here in hope of a better future, my future specifically. I was never really socially active and at the time, English was a whole new concept that I have yet to understand. The inability to communicate with other makes it even harder for me to express myself and it mold my personality to become more antisocial than I ever was. There’s always this uneasy feeling that linger when someone talk to me and I cannot give them a response and it’s even harder to say something because I was afraid of making a mistake and make a fool out of myself.
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
For some people visiting places of significance can be the substance for changing one’s outlook on life, recharging one’s emotional battery, or growing closer to one’s family member. These special places could have characteristics such as beauty, sentiment, or a connection to the person that causes them to constantly long to be there. It could be a place that has a special significance in the life of an individual. No place on earth has yet surpassed the beauty and relaxation of my special place.