I do believe that the world appears to be spinning ultra fast. Sometimes for me, it moves in slow motion, but normally, it just spins. Sort of out of control like the emotions. There is lots of sadness and then there is the anger. Anger at who and/or what? Is it bad to get angry at someone who isn’t there? Do we get angry at people we don’t know when we read articles in the news about things that have gone wrong. In the past few days, I have stumbled on many articles and stories which are so hauntingly similar to Amanda’s story. How something like that replicates so often (like an infectious disease) is beyond my realm of knowledge. The affected are parents, adults, kids, famiies, etc. We often wonder, what about the guilty ones? How do they feel? What about the haters? Those ones who keep posting to the RIP pages and leave horrid comments, etc. Are they attention seeks (like the bullies) themselves? I have had conversations with many people in the past few weeks. All agree that those who exhibit the bullying behaviours need help also. I so agree. But to get help, one must be willing. Families also need to be willilng.
In the U.S. this week (or last), there was a state that was working to bring in cyberbullying laws. In Canada, this recently got defeated. How different two countries can be in their thinking. Must we sit complacently and wait for the next child victim to die. Will there be enough parents to support the ones who have lost? I know that I can only provide my shoulder when I am not ‘overcast with rain’. I am beginning to like the ‘How is the weather?’ – “Cloudy and drizzling”. It is much easier to answer than ‘How are you?’ – “Sad and crying”.
So I guess my friends are still ever so closely watching over me. No shovels needed. Just maybe a little dustpan sometimes.
To answer the cliffhanger I left last week – PS rode her bike down a hill and realized she couldn’t stop as the downward motion momentum propelled her into the pond. There were lots of kids there so they fished her out. Yes, she was squawking up a storm. I just heard a couple of nights ago that the elementary school that she attended (and where I worked) as well as one of her middle schools has gathered $$ to put up a memorial bench in Amanda’s memory at the same park and pond. And If I think it out right, it would be at the spot that she started riding down the hill. I will have to check it out or send one of my SFElves to do it for me.