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I had my son at the hospital today and while I waited for him for 3 hours I was reading the dictionary. (Odd past time but it kills time fast). I have been seeing the word anarchy in book titles and tv shows yet never knew the meaning. Now I do. Do you?

Even with toy guns we teach our kids that you do not point guns at anyone. We correct the kids when they even accidently piont the gun at someone. Our three year old son even puts on a little orange vest.

So, since she was determined to tell me how she knew about Johns MURDER, ( in front of all these other ladies, that could possibly wind up getting her hurt ) I needed to know, so I sat quietly and listened intently.
She was around 21, had her hair in braids. She was a very attractive young lady. She was arrested for shop lifting. She had stolen a toy for her sons b-day present, which she said she just couldn't afford. She seemed a little nieve for her age.
She said that on Sat. the 21 at 12:15 am, a friend of hers climbed in her window as he had done lots of times before. But this night was different. He was freaking out she explained, he had a 6 pack of beer minus 1. He told her that he had just killed a white man.( I tried once again to warn her not to say his name, but she said she Had to tell what she knew). She said she aked him what he was talking about.
He told her that he and his cousin were out and had been smoking crack for about 5 days, with little to no sleep. They were standing at a red light waiting to cross. Then a van pulled to a stop at the red light. John had the window down and was listening to music.
The 2 cousins started to cross the street and then 1 of them had decided to walk up to Johns window and ask if he could give them a ride down the road a ways.
John's alot like me when it comes to helping others and giving them trust when he meets them.
So John had said he would, and they got in. The guy she knew said he had gotten in the back. He had made the introductions and waited till they came to the next red light, and pulled out his gun. He told John to turn to the right.John was caught in conversation with the other guy and didn't know what was going on with the guy in the back. And according to her friend neither did his cousin. So John turned to the right,after a block the guy in the back told him to stop and let them out there.
Once he stopped the guy in the front told John thanx and started to get out. But before the guy in the front opened the door,his cousin had the gun to john's head telling him to give him all his money. He told her John tried to explain that he had only had $20.00 with him when he left home, and that he had stopped and bought beer right before picking them up.
He said he was extreamly wired from lack of sleep and the need for more crack that when john had reached for the glovebox to get his wallet out, he paniced and fired 2 shots in to John's head before he had realized what he had done. He told her that his cousin was freakin out for he had no idea of his cousins plans. The first shot had gone into his right temple, reflex turned his head to the left and the next shot went into his neck right at the base of his skull. Imediately when shot he had hit the accelerator. He ran right off the road and crashed into a tree.
The guy in the front jumped out and ran, Her friend said he searched for Johns wallet and found it in the glove box. He grabbed the 6 pack and split, and went straight to her house.
There's no way I can explain how I was feeling or what was going through my mind hearing the last minutes of my soul mates remaining time before death takes him. (look for pt.4)

So I was a person that so wanted to be in love, and always fell for the wrong guy. After knowing a friend for about 3 years and with the constant travel and trying to keep paying my bills and keeping my parents and siblings afloat,I allowed him to talk me into room-mating since he lived close to my work. i was there for a little over 2 years. One day we had gotten into a really big arguement, he had gotten me so mad that i went to strike him, he caught my hand and pinned me against the wall, then kissed me so pasionatly I melted. After that we were a couple. we were together for another 4 years. One night he was going to a book store to get a new Kiss magazine,(He was a true fan!) anyway about 2 hours went by and i was getting frantic.He wasn't answering his phone or pager. After 3 more hours went by a Police officer showed up at my door to tell me he had been shot in the head twice, while in the van driving and wound up crashing into a tree and was robbed. At the time we lived in a basement apartment below his mother. He was her only child and she was around 68 when he died. My heart was broken into a million pieces. I STILL hurt today. If I hadn't of had my children I'd of died with him, there is no doubt about that. I had wanted a love that would last forever and I have it Still to this day! He had a small insurance policy i had no idea about. But since he was murdered the ins. wouldn't pay til someone ws arrested and sentenced. About 6 months after he was murdered I was called in to talk with the homicide detective. he was treating me like a suspect because he had heard about the $15,000.00 ins. policy. I was horrified he would think such a thing. When he had finished questioning me,and I was getting ready to leave he said I had a traffic warrant and told me to go down stairs and turn myself in. I knew I had taken care of this ticket and it was a mistake. So I went down and turned myself in. They put me in a holding cell tilll they could get it figured out. I had started out with just a couple of people in the cell with me to 12 hours later there was over 30 women. We were all taking turns talking about ourselves, when it was my turn I told them about John being murdered and why I was in jail, this girl told me she knew who killed him. everyone got quiet. She told me what night it was when he was shot, the time and what beer he drank. I was stunned. I was also scared for her because 90% of the women knew each other or friends. I didn't wan't her to give me a name with all these witnesses. She refused to be quiet. (check out part 3)

I've been hearing quite a bit on this subject as of late. As a kid, I know I wouldn't like this idea. However...perhaps getting help early on for those might help? What do you think?