Caste system shooters?

http://gma.yahoo.com/baltimore-school-shooting-victim-downs-syndrome-134105244--abc-news-topstories.html

Seriously? The first day of school for hundreds of children in Baltimore. A lonely, bullied boy decides that he can't hack life, and on his way out, wants to take some people with him. We've heard this story before, sadly. Oftentimes, the perpetrator is looked at with some sympathy but this time, because he happened to hit a child with Down's Syndrome, he is not worthy of our weak society's normal empathy. This time that syndrome is transferred to this "special" victim. Enough of a rundown for ya? Now, let me tell you what is wrong in this scenario:

ONE, hundreds of children and parents will be victimized by this shooting. Whether they were there or not, hit or not. It could have just as easily been a "normal" student hit. Would that have made it any less important? Well the journalist of this story, seems to think so. Might I say-- for shame!! I guess it makes a better story for the bleeding hearts suckers that believe there should be special considerations.

Similarly, this coward of a kid, gets the label of potential victim by even mentioning he was bullied. When the hell did it happen that our society Pansy-assed out and decided that kids, and come on lets face it...young adults, were incapable of handling bullying?  Its been around as long as people come together in one area and will remain. Now by no means am I condoning it, at all but face reality, its going to happen. In fact, perhaps a bit contrarily here, it will strengthen some kids. You can bet your ass some of the greatest minds of our world, our history were picked on for the very thing that made them amazing. Did they buckle? GO on a killing spree? No, they took that challenge and made it harden their reserve to be who they become.

This was a tragic event and please believe I am sympathetic for ALL concerned but I couldn't allow the propaganda to go unchecked in this telling of it. 

Dear Neil

Neil, for some reason you are on my mind lately. In truth, you are never very far from it often. I never told you, just how you saved my life, how I know that you were the soul I needed, right then, for that moment in time and I know that now. However, my dear, it doesn't help me wish you were meant for more. I miss you. I love you, always. 

Once upon a time there was a young girl full of love and trust. It was a certain young man that made the stars come into her eyes. It was he, that made her smile emanate from every fiber of her being. They came together and made a little bundle of joy. They almost had their happily ever after but neither of them knew that the young girl's love was not enough to keep his demons at bay. Not only did this man, the one she thought of her dreams, wrestle with his own devil but he became hers. Day after day, when there wasn't anger and yelling, there was hurting and bruising.Yet, still the silly girl believed she could endure him...she could help him seee. This lasted 7 long years before the girl could take no more. She had begun to seek comfort in the form of a computer. 

It was 1999, my very first computer. If you remember AOL ruled the ISP's and made it seem that the only real use for the internet was "chatting". I don't really recall where I met Neil. Crazy that I don't but we became instant friends. I was 27 and he 57(he lied too and told me 52 for quite awhile as if that would make a difference). He was my friend, I assure you, nothing else. He lived in Australia, while I was here in a little ol town of Benson, NC. Our worlds were as far away as they could be. He was there at nights when my husband was nowhere to be found. He was there talking to me, consoling me, making me feel cared for in a very paternal way. I clung to him. 

Then the night came. May 2000. My husband walked in the door, obviously high and looking for a fight. I was at the computer, talking with Neil. I typed fast to him, explaining the situation. Neil told me not to leave the keyboard, not to turn around, to keep typing to him. He had already taken my address down and was prepared to call an ambulance and the cops if I did not respond often. I don't know how that worked but my husband wouldn't touch me. He just kept yelling. Finally he packed his things and stormed out of the house. Now he had done this many times. My role was to stop and beg and plead and get  hit along the way to not leave. Neil, somehow...a million miles away held me in place at the computer. I let the monster leave my life! For weeks after he came back and begged back, broke in and hit all over again. It was Neil that first suggested the restraining order and so he saved my life again. 

The order hardly stopped him since we had a son, so my sister and I bought a house and moved very far away, without him knowing where. About 7 months later Neil announced he had daughters there in the US and other friends so he would like to stop in and see me too. I was overjoyed of course! PS, Neil,  made it very clear that he was not about "romancing" me due to our age difference. That was never, ever on the table. I hadn't dreamed of it either. Neil was my protector, my ....hero. The day comes. I goto the airport having no clue what a life altering moment this was to be.

I couldn't find him anywhere. I knew his plane had landed but I couldn't find him. You could still go all the way to the gate then. He called me on his phone and I said, "I'm here" at the same time I heard a man say"where". We passed each other and then turned around....It was like ...something straight out of a love story but again there was no romantic love...not yet. Then we touched...we hugged one another as if our lives depended on it. In that moment, something bloomed. Something changed. There was this amazing electricity and warmth. He and I both felt it. 

He came home that day wth me and stayed for over a month, until his VISA ran out. Everyday was filled with love like I had never known. He was my absolute world. He had to leave me there at the airport with my eyes pouring tears but with the solemn(at least at the time) promise that he would come back for me. That we would marry and live in this happiness forever. 

He never came back. Suffice it to say for the next several weeks I walked around like a zombie. It was far worse than losing my husband. I felt like he had taken a chunk of my soul with him and I would never be the same. I didn't eat. I didn't sleep. I just sat on the couch or on my bed and stared out, waiting for him to return. He never did. My sister took charge and somehow brought me back to life. 

All my life, I'll never know what happened. Was it the age difference that made him change his mind? Was it the locations change and rearranging of our lives? Or...the dark thought that crawls in and infects me...did he ever really love me or was I that young thing that he made his. I don't believe that last one. I can't! I felt the love; It was real when it was real. I ask my sister often too. She always tells me that she saw the love in his eyes for me. She always assures me.