“I’m trying to sleep,” is what my cat Lumos is probably saying, as he curls up in the place between my legs and the couch, but I type furiously for a little bit of stream of consciousness writing anyway, as he cuddles up to me and keeps my feet warm.
Now, I don’t usually write from any cat’s POV, not even his, but I was thinking up ways to start this post with an “sh” as the prompt stated, and that was all that came to me on this early Saturday morning in December.
I thought I’d begin with a little humour, as the rest of this post is of a more serious nature.
I did want to speak about a few
I’ve seen this week, here.
It was both an odd contrast and, at the same time, alinement between a Canadian news program about one young husband and father who would walk down his driveway, attempting to sell his truck, and would never come home.
And then the American news program 20/20 and the young wife and mother who went out for a jog and was missing, abducted, but then finally released on Thanksgiving.
“It was just a truck!” That was the quote from the first program, from the widow left behind by tragedy, all a horrible, nasty, disgusting crime of a thing.
The Cali woman who would survive, has made it back to her loved ones, is now hopefully free to live the rest of her days with her two children and her husband, who never gave up and fought so hard to find her.
The Ontario woman will never get that sort of a happy ending with her love.
I was ill to watch the first program, to hear even more of the gruesome details, of which I managed to miss back in 2013 when the crime came to all our attentions, happening less than an hour away from me. She has her faith and family and little girl to bring her joy again, but a part of her will forever be missing.
Who knows what happened while that California woman was gone, as she is only now starting to help the police piece things together. Her trauma at this time likely intense.
One has, seemingly had a happy conclusion, though the case is still ongoing. Hopefully, whoever these women are, the ones who lured the victim into their vehicle, hopefully they don’t hurt anyone else.
The two men charged and now spending life in prison are paying for their deeds, one charged with two other murders before the truck owning husband and father was senselessly taken. Entitled. Rich and spoiled. Thinking themselves invincible. Murder never should have been the result.
The similarities and differences, matching an fitting in an odd way as the two programs followed each other, it all felt strange to take in.
I was just struck by the contrasting outcomes to these two evening news programs, as the holiday season approaches and so much good is highlighted. The presence of evil in this world hit me with an extra, additional, forcible blow because we all look to stories of good will around this time of year, but there are those bad ones still going on, somewhere.
Not all is well, though both stories felt like they were read as transcripts, more like Hollywood movie scripts, but are true crime, real life in motion.
I put myself and my family in their places. Then, I immediately wanted to push that thought out of my mind.
Sometimes the world feels like such a scary place and I am afraid to leave my house at the thought of it. What are the chances, really, right?
The young Ontario woman who is now raising her daughter as a single mother said, “If it could happen to us, it could happen anywhere.”
You could meet danger or genuine decency in your own driveway or on a deserted side road. You could meet it, no matter where you might be, all depending on the sort of outstanding or rotten humans who come across your path.
I watch these shows, as the Ontario case touched me deeply and this Thanksgiving miracle was a happy story, still in progress.
I also know I can’t be afraid.
These shows weren’t fiction , not this time. They happened. It looks like I’ll get to spend another holiday with my family, whereas some people will not. I don’t take that lightly. I also don’t want to feel paralyzed with fear to go out into the world, to live my life, and I hope I never have to hear stories like these again, but I know, realistically, it can’t be completely avoided.
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The news can be so toxic, that’s why I rarely look at it. But I guess I need to know some things and thank you for informing me. I was just thinking about jogging in my neighborhood, which I still might do, but I’ll be careful. The percentage of bad and gruesome news reported might make a person think this is a horrible world. I wish the news media would have more balance. We need good news for our mental health and wellness. Sometimes we have to look hard for that good news, like treasure buried by what they think sells. I love your cat’s name and the cozy feeling I got imagining him cuddling with you.
Toxic is right. If we surround ourselves with that all the time we are poisoned. We need celebration with family to forget the bad for a little while. Jogging is an admirable thing and good for the body so I hope my post didn’t make that seem riskier than it really is. Rare, but not impossible. My cat is an indoor cat and I hope that will keep him safe from the outside world, but we can’t all just stay inside every minute. Thanks for reading and take care. Enjoy your fitness.
It is, indeed, a scary world we live in. But you’re right. If we let it get to us then we become victims without anything bad actually happening to us.
I hope you have a lovely holiday with your family, Kerry. We all need to appreciate what we have to the fullest. 🙂
Family definitely helps me fight off the bad thoughts. Thanks Linda and have a good one yourself.