A Letter For My Precious Son
My dear son, I have had much joy in my life but you are the greatest joy I have ever known, you are a gift from God , I am sorry that this happened to you, and the one who did it to you will not pay. I know you don’t want to go back to school and that you are scared and want the man to go to jail, but in my heart I know you will miss your friends and riding the school bus. But you must have surgery in September when school starts and not ending till March of next year , so I have decided to home school you, you use to come home bubbling over about the things you learned in school and would bring home drawings and things that you made, I would get a report card each Friday of how you had behaved during the week and it was always good. Then that all changed when they took away your aid; she taught you so much and I thanked her so much,' he truly love’s you very much.' All that stopped. After that you no longer wanted to go to school, I would ask you, 'why?' And you had nothing to say. I would ask you each day how was school your reply would be, 'nothing momma, nothing happened.' You would hold your head down and run away, each morning was a battle with screaming and crying to make you wear shorts because it was to be a hot day. I had no idea what was happening to you at school when you went out to play. Many times the nurse would call and tell me your butt was broke out and red. I just thought it was from sweating and play , I never knew that this man was having his way. You would come home with scratches on your throat and face and you had nothing to say. I never knew why you threw such a fit when I wanted to trim your fingernails but I do now! The shorts gave him easy access and your finger nails your only defense! The day this man finally went all the way you came home crying but had nothing to say. I never knew he was threatening you with a gun to kill your family until yesterday. I am so sorry my son; I gave you a shower and had not a clue that when I did I was washing the evidence away, I went to wash your behind and you screamed out in pain, 'momma that hurts!' 'What do you mean that hurts?' 'That man hurt my butt real bad at school. He stuck his finger in my butt and it hurt.' I said, 'oh, no! let’s go get daddy and tell him together.' He said 'the man grabbed me hard by the hand, and forced me to go to the jungle gym he put his hand over my mouth and I screamed, 'it hurt momma!'" , I said 'I will call the police' I called them and they said since it happened on school property that they would send a school police officer, we filled out the report and that night I took you to the ER and we waited an hour then the Dr. on duty said, 'I have some bad news your not going to want to hear.' , I said, 'how is that? You haven’t even examined him.' he said the sane nurse called back and she had 3 cases that day and was too tired to come in and that I had washed the evidence away, and for us to come to her office the next day. I knew that evidence would be on your clothes and that which was left in your behind, we went to her office and she was 20 minutes late. We then had to wait while she walked her dog before the exam got underway, I stood outside the door in case you were scared and called. I heard her say after much convincing that she would not hurt you and she was not going to stick anything in your behind. she swabbed the outer area that had already been washed away she knew this would show nothing because she had been told the night before about the shower. She took no fingernail clippings , or scrapings under the nails and did not ask you about what this man had done. And the next day we took you to Garth house for a taped interview. I had told the officer the night before that you had scratches on your face and neck. He waited till after the interview to take photos outside on the sidewalk, which was embarrassing as cars went by. During the interview, we were allowed to see, the interviewer focused on our family and those who had come to the house not on what had happened at school. The next day, I decided to cut your nails and you said nothing; no fighting, no crying 'please momma! Don’t cut my nails!' You just let me cut them quiet as could be. When I had finished cutting the nails on one hand , I stopped and asked you why you were being so quiet. Then I realized why. So, I asked you, 'honey, why did you always fight mommy not to cut your nails? Was it because you were protecting yourself from the bad man?' 'Yes, momma' is all that you said. I quietly cried as I finished your nails I carefully closed the Kleenex I had put them in and put them into an envelope to be given to the police. I had been sick that week and was running behind on the laundry so I grabbed 6 sets of clothes and put them in a plastic bag. I did not tie it until the police had arrived. Then I was told as soon as I did it suffocated the DNA inside. This made no sense but I gave the clothes to the officer anyway, and I asked about the clothes you had worn the day that this happened. No report was the answer. It has now been 2 months and still no report on either the nails or the clothes. I fought on the internet to let them allow you to look at photos. The officer said you are too young to ID the man who hurt you. I said, 'Yes, but he wasn’t too young to get raped!!' So, I contacted the school administrator and he agreed to have a meeting to allow you to look at the photos. We did this Wed. & Friday, 2 different days, you picked out the same photo twice with 13 others similar in face. I was told these would be given to the officer. Then I called the officer the next day he said he could not use the photos since he was not involved in the process. I could not believe what I was hearing!! But considering all that had gone wrong, I was not surprised. So, last Saturday night we went to the movies. You have always been afraid of a certain man that was always there. You begged me to take you home, that you were scared so I agreed and thanked those that where there and told them the mosquitoes were too bad to stay. and they were bad. I brought you home and gave you a bath, put you to bed and I was awakened in the morning with crying , moaning , and screams of 'stop it!' I calmed you down and asked if you had a bad dream. You told me that that man at the movie was the one who had hurt you at school in the butt. So, I called the Garth house and found out that your case had been closed. We had received no notice that it had been closed so we called CPS and they told us to call the DA we did, and he told us to call the VISD police we did he came over and you told him what you had told me when he asked. He left me a witness statement to fill out. I told him that 3 others had witnessed how scared you were of this man and how you would cling onto us and try to hide from him. One was out of town but the others filled out the statements and took them to VISD office, we were called to the VISD office Friday and told that your case would be taken to the DA next week and probably dismissed for lack of evidence and that the man would not be taking a lie detector test as we had been told!! The company that he is vice president of had provided documented evidence for the day in question and as far as the VISD office was concerned that was good enough to satisfy them. We noticed the day that we took you to show the officer where it happened at school, this man was there and you saw him. He was standing in my husband's way. My husband had to go around him to get by him. The officer said this man is his friend and he believes him. And that is where your case stands. God knows the truth and we can count on justice to be dealt him at the gates of hell, I love you my son and always will.
Now I am posting this here for all to see. It has nothing to do with me, but I find this to be complete and utter B.S. I am going to post a link, for a petition to get the case reopened.. if you can find it to sign I would thank you. This happened in my hometown and that alone bothers me.
The link to the petition is...
This breaks my heart. I am a mother of a child in elementary school but I cannot imagine what I would do if something like that was happening to my son. Especially with everything I have done throughout his life to prevent anything like that from happening to him.
I also work for a lawyer and I know there are scumbag attorneys who will actually take the money from people who hurt children like this and represent them. What gets me is they actually manage to build a case for their innocence!!!!!! OUTRAGE!!!!
I have signed it :)
I have signed. This breaks my heart.
Thanks V, and I agree VF.. I think I would be in jail on my way to prison for killing the person that did it to my kid.
im so sorry you and your son have to go through this.
im going to sing it right away.
Oh, this is not my son. This is just an incident that happened in the town I am from. I am just trying to get it spread around so that the parents can see justice done.
thats a really nice thing to do.
i hate when things like that happen
I have signed it :) I hope yall find peace and this helps...
as a parent of 2 daughters this really brings tears to my eyes
so sad , this makes me cry..
:( the thought of my son or daughter ever goin thru that breaks my heart.
ive signed it
It's the loneliest feeling in the world - to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say "what's the matter with him?" I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away.
Only a few times in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Rarely do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but also they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.
To my best friend:
I will stay up all night talking to you so you never feel alone (you’ll have to deal with me in the morning though)
I’ll make sure your crush stays liking you over ANYONE (physical violence may acquire)
I will cancel plans in a second for you (even if it’s a date with with the one!)
I would rather hold you while you cry, than be partying with anyone (YES ANYONE)
If someone breaks your heart, I’ll break their face (with pleasure)
I’ll make sure you KNOW you ARE the best thing in the world (once you become conceited this deal is off!)
I’ll work my butt off to get you what you wanted for Christmas (This does not include Edward Cullen)
I’d buy the whole world to make you smile (Because everyone wants a globe)
I’ll go on talking like an idiot till you laugh (or punch me out… whichever one makes you happy)
I would throw myself in front of a bullet/truck/crazy manic to make sure you were okay (I expect you to be at my hospital bed EVERY SECOND)
I will never pick another living soul over you in my life (but dead souls are a different story…)
If you ever need someone to pick you up I AM THERE,
If I can’t pick you up, I’ll lay there with you... (I’d prefer to lay its easier)
I will promise to never leave till you want me too, and my arms will still be waiting for you when you want me back (but then again who would ever want ME to leave!)
I promise all this because I know I will never find another person like you, SO WHY TRY!
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