I've been sitting here this evening trying to think of some humorous story or anecdote to post here on the blog ... something to make you laugh one more time ... it's not easy sometimes, especially with all the pain and heartache inflicted on the helpless and innocent every day all across this country, particularly on the children ... I was having some difficulty coming up with a new yarn, but ol' Virgil Hunnicutt, the DooLittles and the Beefeaters have all been quite well-behaved as of late, so there wasn't much to pull from ... then I heard the following news report ... I'll share it with you, but be forewarned, I'm all out of humour now ...
The report was about an event which occurred nearly a year ago in Texas, the awful details were just recently made public ... seems a Texas woman called a 911 dispatcher telling her that she had just murdered her children at an abandoned farmhouse ... two daughters ... 12-year-old Kelsey Leanne and 13-year-old Kiersten Leigh ... the woman can be heard on a 911 dispatch tape imploring the operator to speed an ambulance to the abandoned house in Hill County where she used a knife in an attack that left her younger daughter dead and her older daughter badly wounded ... "I just killed my children," she told the dispatcher ... then she said, "one of them is still alive, hurry" ... "get an ambulance out here to save the one that didn't die," she said ... "come on, hurry up" ... then she cursed at the dispatcher.
Law enforcement officers found 12-year-old Kelsey Leanne dead inside the house and13-year-old Kiersten Leigh critically injured in a bedroom ... their mother was standing in a garage with her hands raised ... authorities said Kiersten had a stab wound in her back and evidently tried to protect her younger sister during the attack ... the woman had cut the 13-year-old's throat with a knife, who immediately ran to her 12-year-old sister in an attempt to protect her by covering her with her own body ... however, her mother chased her down and stabbed her repeatedly in the back, and was then able to also slice her 12-year-old daughter Kelsey Leanne's throat causing her to bleed to death within minutes ... as bad as this description of the event is, the part that broke my heart and my spirit was the haunting, piteous sound of 13-year-old Kiersten Leigh's weak voice, which could be heard in the background of the 911 tape, as she begged her murderous mother to tell the dispatcher to have those responding to help her to please hurry!
I'm neither going to play the recording of the 911 tape nor mention this coldhearted woman's name here on my blog out of respect for those children ... she pleaded guilty last week in Hillsboro, Texas to capital murder and attempted capital murder and will likely spend the rest of her life in prison ... but hell awaits people like her ... what's wrong with people who take it upon themselves to cause such pain and suffering on others? ... can you imagine the indescribable pain and suffering those two little girls endured? ... can you imagine the horror and sense of betrayal experienced by those little girls at the realization that this pain and suffering was brought upon them by their own mother, the one person in the whole world they should have been able to trust more than anyone else? ... I just don't understand, I have no words for it ... I realize that many of you enjoy and look forward to reading my posts here on TheSouthernJackAss ... I enjoy writing them ... but sometimes it's hard to find even a sliver of light in all the darkness ... sometimes the tears of a clown are for real ... this is one of those times ... I'm sorry, but I just had to share some of those tears ... I hope I'll have something to brighten your day or bring a smile next time ... there just ain't no sunshine today ...
A Child's Hymn by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)
Hear my prayer, O Heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Round my bed their vigil keep.
My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.
Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.
None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.
Pardon all my past transgressions,
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with Thy blessing
'Till Thy angels bid me home.
--sja
3 comments:
I never will try to understand the mind of a vicious person like that ....and never want to
...........my heart goes out to all the children that have had to endure one milisecond of horror within their own family....
These things do happen, and one must be told. And every now and then one must let one's heart break a little over this sad world.
It's horrifying when stuff like that happens. All I can say is that the mother may have been psychotic or suffered some type of mental breakdown. My heart aches for both of the children, but then when I think of being raised by a mother so terrifyingly sick and/or twisted, I take a small measure of comfort in telling myself the dead child may be better off.
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