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Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Another quiet neighborhood



Is it just ME, or do you, too, wonder how on a quiet suburban street - it could be anywhere – women have been held against their wills for as long as 10 years

Last night was another sleepless night for me.  I turned the television on; it went right back to the last news channel I had been watching. 

Sometime in the wee hours, the “breaking news” came on…a young girl who had gone missing about ten years ago had been freed by the neighbor who had been living right next door all the while; he never knew she was there.  Impossible, one would think!  There were two others.


The details are still being sorted, the arrests have been made, the town is celebrating, a new hero has been found among us, and we are left wondering, why?
 
Jaycee Dugard had been held captive in the backyard of her abductor’s house for 18 years.  She had given birth.  She had been missed by the social service workers who regularly visited that house, checking up on one Phillip Garrido.  HOW?

Have we become a world of disinterested persons, living alongside one another with no clue as to what may be going on in such close proximity?

Kidnapped children in the house next door.  Bombs being made in the apartment that separates you from them by a single walls’ thinness.  Children being snatched from their mother’s arms (please read  “We Can Stop Him”)

I believe there are lessons in everything; I believe looking for the silver lining is worth it and I believe in hope.

There are 5,256,000 minutes in the span of ten years.  In each of those minutes, if there were just one small speck of hope, these three captives held onto it and survived by the very grace of it.  HOPE!

What are you hoping for; what are you waiting for?  Please don’t waste one precious minute; each is what gets you to the next. 

May none of us, any one we love, nor any one we will never even meet, ever be in a position where hope is lost forever.  To the mother of one of the captives who has gone on to the next world, I would tell her that the  hope of seeing her daughter again is what helped keep her daughter alive – for she hoped to see, too, and so , one day, hopefully, many days from this one,  you will. 

I hope.

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