When bad things happen to good people
I try to keep my blogs cheerful and pleasant for the most part, because we all read the news, and we find enough tragedy there.
So, if you are tuning in for cheerful or pleasant, please check back later. If you want to hear this story, please read on.
My cousin and her daughter were savagely beaten last Wednesday night.
They were coming in to their own condominium’s driveway – which wasn’t the wrong place. But apparently it was at the wrong time.
We’re still not sure exactly what happened – we only know that my cousin and her daughters came home, were stopped, and then beaten.
My cousin was in the back seat behind the driver. The driver was her daughter. Her other daughter was in the front passenger seat.
When they were stopped, the driver rolled down her window. She was then was punched in the face. Her mother, who was in the back seat, jumped out of the van to protect her daughter. She was kicked and beaten to the ground, and was already unconscious when one of the thugs stomped on her face, breaking her jaw.
Her daughter (the driver) sustained injuries to her face. She has two black eyes, and one eye has so much blood in it that they don’t know whether or not permanent damage has resulted.
The thug who hit the driver in the face was a woman. I don’t know why, but I find that particularly distressing.
When my cousin arrived at the hospital, there was a shoe-print on her cheek. Her jaw was broken on the other side. The person who stomped on her smashed her jaw while she was already down on the ground, unconscious, and left his shoe-print on her face.
The neighbors heard the screams from the daughter who was sitting on the passenger side and rallied immediately.
Sadly, all they knew for sure was that the license plates on the cars in question were covered with T-shirts, and that ONE of the cars might have been associated with the condominium complex.
The police have nothing to go on. These people will probably get away with whatever it was that my cousins interrupted. I’m guessing it was some sort of drug deal.
My cousin spent three days in intensive care. Her jaw is broken, and her entire body is bruised. Her daughter sustained injuries to her face. We don’t know the prognosis.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to write about this, except for the fact that we all read about this sort of thing, but it rarely hits close to home.
This one hit very close to home.
I wonder how my cousin will ever feel safe again, even in her own home. How is she going to feel every night, when she drives into her driveway? How will her daughters feel?
How would any of us feel if it had happened to us?
So, if you are tuning in for cheerful or pleasant, please check back later. If you want to hear this story, please read on.
My cousin and her daughter were savagely beaten last Wednesday night.
They were coming in to their own condominium’s driveway – which wasn’t the wrong place. But apparently it was at the wrong time.
We’re still not sure exactly what happened – we only know that my cousin and her daughters came home, were stopped, and then beaten.
My cousin was in the back seat behind the driver. The driver was her daughter. Her other daughter was in the front passenger seat.
When they were stopped, the driver rolled down her window. She was then was punched in the face. Her mother, who was in the back seat, jumped out of the van to protect her daughter. She was kicked and beaten to the ground, and was already unconscious when one of the thugs stomped on her face, breaking her jaw.
Her daughter (the driver) sustained injuries to her face. She has two black eyes, and one eye has so much blood in it that they don’t know whether or not permanent damage has resulted.
The thug who hit the driver in the face was a woman. I don’t know why, but I find that particularly distressing.
When my cousin arrived at the hospital, there was a shoe-print on her cheek. Her jaw was broken on the other side. The person who stomped on her smashed her jaw while she was already down on the ground, unconscious, and left his shoe-print on her face.
The neighbors heard the screams from the daughter who was sitting on the passenger side and rallied immediately.
Sadly, all they knew for sure was that the license plates on the cars in question were covered with T-shirts, and that ONE of the cars might have been associated with the condominium complex.
The police have nothing to go on. These people will probably get away with whatever it was that my cousins interrupted. I’m guessing it was some sort of drug deal.
My cousin spent three days in intensive care. Her jaw is broken, and her entire body is bruised. Her daughter sustained injuries to her face. We don’t know the prognosis.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to write about this, except for the fact that we all read about this sort of thing, but it rarely hits close to home.
This one hit very close to home.
I wonder how my cousin will ever feel safe again, even in her own home. How is she going to feel every night, when she drives into her driveway? How will her daughters feel?
How would any of us feel if it had happened to us?
Oh my God! That's awful... beyond measure. I don't even know what to say besides that I'm sorry and I will keep your cousin and her daughter in my thoughts and prayers. What has the world come to?
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My heart goes out to your cousin and her daughters. This is horrific. A similar situation occurred in my parking lot years ago, to my downstairs neighbor. I can not fathom what drives a human to commit such an act against another human. Especially women committing such vile violence against other women, or anyone for that matter. We are supposed to be the nurturers, not the abusers. I believe that when a society looses it's ability to care for each other and experience empathy for all in everyday life, it is doomed to fail. My thoughts are with you and your family.
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Oh goodness, I don't know what to say, except (the very trite) our thoughts and prayers are with you!
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How terribly sad and scary! I'm praying that your cousin and her daughter are alright and that they catch whoever did it!
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I'm so sorry. I'll be thinking good thoughts for them.
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Oh my gosh! That is just awful!! I remember years ago when my husband I just began dating and we were out, he was attacked unprovoked by a gang who punched him in the face. Thankfully he was able to get away in the car before he was injuried further. Unfortunately, the police pulled him over and gave him a ticket for speeding and not having his head lights on. When he explained to the police what happened, they told him he shouldn't have been in the area and it wouldn't have happened. Nothing like punishing the innocent rather than going after the guilty - in this case. Another friend was beaten so badly the week later by the same gang that he was hospitalized for weeks. Sad the world we live in.
I pray your cousins will recover and that they will gain the courage to go about daily rountines without fear.
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To feel vulnerable, especially in one's own home - I cannot imagine much worse.
I was commenting to friends just this evening - are people doing worse/crazier things or do we just know "more" as we all have cell phones that are cameras, etc.
I don't know...and there is no "good" answer to your post questions.
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AWFUL. Sometimes, I completely dislike people. I always watch the weather but if I watch too much of the "newsie news" I get depressed, angered, and agoraphobic again.
I've had stuff like this happen to people I know or some how involved in life. My BF lost her son in an accident. 6 mos later a life long friend of her's lost her daughter to a shit-@$$ boyfriend. Walked into her work and shot her...in the head.
He ran. They caught him two counties away. He pleaded "not guilty." Their were witnesses and he pleaded "NOT guilty." WTF(H). Pardon my language, Chatty.
I feel for you and your cousin and family. Sheeze. What is wrong with some people.
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Oh, Chatty!! I just got an empty-pit feeling in my gut when I read this.
I have no words, really.
Just horror, sorrow, and anger.
Hope, love, and prayers for your family.
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