Over the past few days, people throughout Canada and particularly here in BC have been riveted to the unfolding story of the abduction of 3 year old Keenan Hebert. He had been taken from his Sparwood, BC home and incredibly returned there safely on Sunday September 11th, several days later. Click this Global TV news link to watch the short video for more details. I cried when I heard the news, I was so happy! I’m sure a lot of other people did too.
Keenan was one of the lucky ones. He was returned to his home, safe and unharmed. So many times in these cases, it is anything but a happy ending.
What really upsets me (and I see this again and again) is how careless some people are, when it comes to protecting their children from a tragedy like this happening. It can’t always be prevented, I realize that. Abductors are motivated predators and they are cunning in their pursuits. But at the same time, there is a lot that parents/guardians CAN do to ensure that an Amber Alert is never something that will be called for their own children.
Just yesterday in a large,local grocery store, I noted a young boy (4-5 years of age) trying to keep up with his distracted mother who was a half an aisle ahead of him, continuously. He was even calling to her over and over: “mom, wait for me, wait for me”. I wanted to take this woman and shake her, it made me so mad. Where was she when these TV reports about Keenan were being aired, again and again?
This is just one instance of many that I’ve noted in our small city of less than 10,000 people. Parents routinely letting their young children run ahead of them and sometimes behind the parents too, often not even within visual range. It’s incredible and it’s frightening to observe and think about too.
I hope that some of these “adults” did wise up after watching these reports about Keenan Hebert. Children need, deserve and rely on the protection of their parents.
This poem and photo also came to mind.
I thought it was worthy of a re-post at this time.
Gone in the blink of an eye.
The empty swing, still swaying in the afternoon breeze.
Leaving only questions and despair.
As life fades to black.
Beware, the predators.
Waiting, seeking their innocent prey.
Silent, evil power.
Shrouded in the persona of non-descript and ordinary.
Seamlessly blending with the mundane of:
“just another day”.
A young life, cut short.
Precious sons and daughters.
Never to be replaced.
Toy soldier, standing guard.
Dolls, sitting on a shelf.
A film of dust, softens the lifeless features.
Constant reminders of unbearable loss.
Gone in 60 seconds.
As if a wisp of smoke.
Another troubled soul.
Rises up to join the sky.
Be wary, be diligent, be ever on guard.
May this loss.
Never be yours.
“Vanished” © 2008 Geraldine H. Hartman
Link to the original post with comments and photo credit.