egads. Didn’t you ever screw up when you were a kid? I left a pitchfork out and my horse stepped on it. It came up and slapped him on the fanny. He came down on the handle at the groin. $1200 later, the horse was okay, but I felt like dog food myself. My parents were understandably angry and I had to stay up with the horse for two days to make sure he peed. But my parents couldn’t be there every second. You just pray you do the best you can and the kid doesn’t kill someone just for being a kid. This whole story is a real sad situation for the kid, the parents, the families that lost their homes. I can’t think of one person, and I know a couple, that lost everything or were evacuated, that would have a kid playing with matches punished like that. That certainly wouldn’t bring back their house. It would only make me feel worse. What makes me feel better is how those neighborhoods including mine have rallied to get those people new clothes, kitchen ware, blankets, whatever they need.
I’ve often wondered how certain kids survive childhood. My eldest comes to mind...
But, he’s now a good husband, a proud Dad twice over, and a solid soldier in the U.S. Army.
For all the stuff he broke, some of it other people’s, and quite expensive, and for the couple of times he danged near killed himself, I guess it could have been worse. My heart goes out to all the families affected by this horrific tragedy.
I’d much rather live in your neighborhood than racing fan’s.