Recently, there was a family of four who received the most terrible news anyone could get; the fifth member was gone. Miss Somer Thompson, age seven, was walking home with her older sister and twin brother. They had a fight and Somer ran ahead, but she was never seen again. For two days, the police searched for the missing child until one detective found a body in a landfill. The body was taken to a research lab, where scientists confirmed that body of little miss Somer. One unfortunate police officer then called up the Tompsan family and told them the grave news. Somer lives in my heart, but is she in yours?
Why do people insist on hurting others? Even the smallest of neighborhoods now a days can be the most dangerous. I live in a very small town with two registered sex offenders as residents. I mean, what sick bastard kidnaps poor, innocent children? What have they ever done to you? Only a few majority of the innocent children who are kidnapped live. One girl in particular, I cannot think of her name, but she was kidnapped at just the age of eleven. The police did not find her until eighteen years later. That one lucky girl survived eighteen years of captivity, while single-handily raising the two daughters that she had with her captor.
It makes me vomit to think about all of those poor children who had to go through that. Most of them are raped, which is just terrible! Some jerk out there enjoys raping eight-year-old! Then, just for fun, they kill them. Right now, I'll be honest with you, I am crying. Just thinking about those millions of children in the world who are forced to go through this, and those who don't make it back home.
I have very vivid dreams. I dream about everyday subjects, and they always feel real. Just a few nights ago, I dreamt that I was a little girl, about ten, who was walking home from school in a town I do not know of. A car pulled up to me. A man said, "Hey, I have some candy for you, it's here in my car." I continued walking, and the stranger continued talking to me. After a while, he gave up, got out of his car, grabbed me, then pulled me into his car. He quickly drove me back to a house that must have been his. I was kept in a very small room with nothing but a bed, not even a window. I was kept that way for two weeks. Then, the last part of my dream, the man came into the room with a gun. He aimed it at my head, I was paralyzed by fear, slowly, he pulled the trigger, than I woke up.
This dream felt all too real. I think that God gives me these dreams to show me what it feels like to be in someone else's shoes, whether it is pleasant or not. Now, I know what it feels like to be kidnapped, and killed. It is not pleasant, I tell you.
What we as people can do to prevent it is keep our children safe from any harm. If we see any suspicious acts around your neighborhood, check it out. Go up there, maybe do a little eavesdropping. If it's something dangerous, alert the authorities. If you see someone who was reported missing, call the police.
Just the smallest things to keep our planet safe for our children.
Please remember Miss Somer Thompsan, the poor girl who died at the age of seven. An entire life was taken away from her. The grieving family has witnessed a great loss.
I welcome you in my heart, Somer...
Friday, October 23, 2009
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