what to do
I have joked and bemoaned here before about how Barrow is at it's absolute worst in February. Just a few days ago, I said something about not being sorry to miss Barrow in February.
Yesterday there was a news article about a man arrested for beating up some kids in Barrow, but none of us recognized the name of the man when it was released. No other names were released. Today, I got some grapevine information and if it is true, the two kids were the three and one year old daughters of a coworker of mine. The grapevine says that the three year old is dead and the one year old is brain-damaged. Nothing official has been said and Facebook is silent on it, so I'm hoping that this crazyrunawaygossip and it isn't true.
The older girl was in the preschool class next to mine last year. The cutest, smiliest little girl ever and it just makes me sick to think of her being hurt. Thinking of her being killed has me pacing the house talking to myself. I made myself sit down, but I can't leave it alone. I'm just shocked and horrified, praying it isn't true, and ashamed at how grateful I am that I'm not there right now. I don't know what to do or even if I should do anything since I don't know how much of it is true.
True or not, if you have any good thoughts to spare, send em up North. They're going to need them.
Yesterday there was a news article about a man arrested for beating up some kids in Barrow, but none of us recognized the name of the man when it was released. No other names were released. Today, I got some grapevine information and if it is true, the two kids were the three and one year old daughters of a coworker of mine. The grapevine says that the three year old is dead and the one year old is brain-damaged. Nothing official has been said and Facebook is silent on it, so I'm hoping that this crazyrunawaygossip and it isn't true.
The older girl was in the preschool class next to mine last year. The cutest, smiliest little girl ever and it just makes me sick to think of her being hurt. Thinking of her being killed has me pacing the house talking to myself. I made myself sit down, but I can't leave it alone. I'm just shocked and horrified, praying it isn't true, and ashamed at how grateful I am that I'm not there right now. I don't know what to do or even if I should do anything since I don't know how much of it is true.
True or not, if you have any good thoughts to spare, send em up North. They're going to need them.