In the blink of an eye...

Four years ago my life changed in the blink of an eye and today it happened again. 

After all these years of constant pain, sickness, surgeries, blood clots and emotional upheaval I finally got the answer as to what it is that is making me so sick. Today I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. For those of you who aren't aware of this disease and what it can do I would encourage you to Google it and do as much research as you can. I can guarantee that someone you care about has, or knows someone who has, this horrible condition. There is still so little known about Fibro, even within the medical community, but there are a lot of great resources online that will thoroughly  explain what is known. The most important thing we know is that Fibromyalgia is real. It isn't psychosomatic, meaning it isn't just "in our heads". It isn't "terminal" in the sense that it will kill us, although it does a pretty damn good job of killing the lives we once had. It won't deform you physically. It is "chronic" meaning it is forever. Once triggered, this horrific disease will be with you for the rest of your life and I have to admit that that is a hard pill to swallow.

During the last three weeks, since my first appointment with the rheumatologist, I had tried to prepare myself for whatever the doctor was going to say. I was prepared to hear pretty much anything as long as I got my answers........or at least I thought I was. When my doctor walked into the room and told me that he had answers for me I was ecstatic. Finally I would be able to put a name on this thing that has stolen my life from me and once it had a name I could fight it head on. Then he said something to the effect of "I wish I could tell you that you have rheumatoid arthritis because I have tried and true treatments for that and I could make you well but I can't tell you that. There is no doubt about it, you have Fibromyalgia." Now, this wasn't a surprise to me, I have suspected fibro all along and felt vindicated after he said those words. At first I was happy. Happy to finally have the answer that I have been seeking for so long but the more the doctor talked and the more his words sunk in I started to get upset. He told me that there is no cure, that I will live with this for the rest of my life and that his treatments may not work. Even though I knew all of this from my research, when I heard it from him, my heart sank. I don't really know why it hit me the way it did. I had prepared myself for this exact outcome. None of it was unexpected yet somehow I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. I guess no matter how much you prepare yourself for bad news you can never truly be prepared. 

Since there is no cure we will start trying to treat the symptoms. He is starting me on two new medications and we are hoping they will help me feel a bit better so I can live some sort of "normal" life. I just pray that it helps and that I don't suffer to many side effects but we have to start somewhere. I will try to update this blog as often as I can and let you all know how things are progressing. Right now I am going to take a couple of days to rest and digest all this new information. Once the shock has worn off I will get down to the business of trying to manage my symptoms and hopefully get my YouTube channel going. I really feel like that is going to be a good outlet for me emotionally and creatively!

Anyway, thank you for reading and thank you for all the love and support! I couldn't get through any of this without it.

10 Years......

Ten years. Today marks the ten year anniversary of one of the worst days of my life. So much has happened since then.....so many good things and sadly far too many bad things but none of those bad things compare to that day....none of them!

On April 2nd 2005 after a hellish day at work I had finally settled into bed and fallen asleep quickly. Around 1am I awoke to the phone ringing but was too tired to get up and answer it. Less than 5 minutes later it rang again and I just knew something was wrong. I jumped out of bed and ran for the kitchen but missed the call. The answering machine picked up and I heard my dear friend A.J.'s voice telling me to call him as soon as possible. At this point I was panicking! A.J. was in the Navy and stationed in Norfolk, Virginia....it was 4am his time and now I truly knew that something was very wrong. I grabbed my cell and called him back. The first words out of his mouth were "Are you sitting down?". I demanded to know what was going on and he said "Get a cigarette and go outside.". I complied. After I'd lit my cigarette and sat down on my front steps I took a deep breath and asked what was wrong. "P.J. died last night."......those words felt like a thousand knives stabbing me in the heart......I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think but mostly I couldn't believe it. "You're lying!!!" was all I could manage to say. He promised me he was not and deep down I knew it was true but I couldn't wrap my mind around it. My heart wouldn't let me believe it. I hung up on him and called Melody (P.J.'s sister and one of my closest friends). When she picked up the phone there was no more doubt, no more hope.....the agonizing sound of pure grief in her voice was all the answer I needed.....P.J. was gone! I tried to get up and go wake Brian but my legs wouldn't work. I collapsed onto my deck and cried like I have never cried before. After what felt like hours I finally made it back to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed which woke Brian. He took one look at me and went into full panic mode. He jumped up and ran around to my side of the bed begging to know what was wrong. I couldn't get the words out....All I could manage was broken sentences and screaming. He held me until I calmed down enough to say it somewhat coherently, "P.J. is dead.". For the first time in his life Brian was utterly speechless. He held me in silence for the rest of that sleepless night and I cried.

The next day felt like a dream. I spent the entire day in a zombie-like stupor. I remember going to work but I don't remember being there, if that makes any sense. After work I went straight to Mom and Dad's. If I had had any lingering doubts or hope that the night before had just been a bad dream walking through their front door was all it took for me to know that this was real and P.J. was gone. 

We had the funeral 11 days after his passing. It was beautiful. We had t-shirts made with pictures of P.J. on them and wore them proudly. (We still wear them proudly.) After the service some of us went up to Foster to spread some ashes in one of his favorite spots. We still go up there from time to time. I go on my own sometimes just to feel close to him!

It's been 10 years and I still feel the pain of his loss as if it were yesterday. P.J. was (and still is) the closest thing I ever had to a big brother. I have lost many people since then......other friends, family members and both of my Grandpas....but those losses pale in comparison to losing P.J. I don't really know why losing him hurts so much more than any others and sometimes I feel guilty for it but P.J. was special. He was one of my best friends, my brother and my oldest sons Godfather. He meant everything to me! 

As I write this my heart grieves his loss but I also remember all of the good times, all the fun we had together and it makes me smile through the tears. He was a bright light in my life and for that I will always be grateful. I love him just as much today as I did during our 10 years of friendship and I always will!

P.J. I love you with all of my heart and miss you more than words can express! You took a piece of my heart with you when you left this world and I look forward to the day when you can make it whole again in Heaven. You may be gone but you are NEVER forgotten. I love you always! 

My Heart is Broken

RIP Bella Current 07/2010~09/19/2014

Today we said goodbye to my baby, my constant companion, my Bella. We had to finally make the heartbreaking decision to help her cross the Rainbow Bridge after an almost two week battle with a severe back injury. We tried everything we could afford to do (and some things we couldn't) to save her but over the last few days, as her condition deteriorated, we had to face the truth.....her time had come. 

I brought my Bella home on my birthday in 2010. I adopted her from a coworker that could no longer keep her and saved her from being sent to the pound. Ever since that day she was my constant companion. She loved me unconditionally, as only a dog can, and I loved her just the same! When I got sick in 2011 she was always there (except during my 8 day ICU stay...although we tried to smuggle her in to see me but failed)....cuddling me, licking me......after my neumerous surgeries she just knew where she could and couldn't lay or step on me to avoid my stitches and drains. I have always maintained that she was the reason I kept going during that dark time! During these last 4 years she has made me smile, laugh and experience a love I never thought possible. I couldn't have loved her any more if she was one of my human children!

Today she is gone and a huge chunk of my heart went with her! The house, like my heart, feels empty. Lying in bed without her cuddled up against me feels like a knife in my gut....I will never again feel her soft fur against my skin, I will never again hear her sweet bark as she greeted me when I returned from running errands, I will never feel her tiny tongue lick the tears from my face when I cry, I will never again see her bright eyes light up even more than normal when I walk into a room. I feel empty and alone! I begged God to save her, to heal her and let her be with me for years to come. My begging and cries, sadly, were not answered......I don't blame God though.....I blame myself!

Since the day I brought her home I was always paranoid about her hurting her little back but I NEVER did anything to prevent it from happening. I didn't teach her not to jump on or off the furniture, I didn't teach her to not stand on her hind legs when she begged for her dinner, I didn't teach her to not try and jump into my arms.....in fact I thought it was cute and encouraged it. I feel like I killed my baby! The outcome after the injury was inevitable but there were so many things I could've done to prevent the injury to begin with and I didn't.......she counted on me to protect her and I let her down in the worst possible way! 

I love her so much and I will love her till the day I die! That sweet little face stole my heart from the moment I saw her and now that face is just gone forever.....I don't even know where to go from here! I miss her with every fiber of my being and always will.....

Bella I am sorry I failed you! I am sorry you had to suffer in excruciating pain for days because of my selfish desire to keep you with me! I tried to save you in every way that I could and I hope as you're romping in Heaven, pain free, with all the other puppies and kitties that you remember that I am your Mommy and I love you to the ends of the earth! I will NEVER forget you and can't wait to be with you again someday! Please forgive me and know that I am so very sorry! I love you my baby....ALWAYS AND FOREVER! Please tell Sasha, Princess and Simon that we love and miss them too and please don't forget us.......God I miss you so!

Why?

Why do I keep setting myself up for failure and heartache? Why do I put so much effort into relationships with people that just let me down? Why do I always put myself last? I'll tell you.....it's because I'm weak, gullible and give my love and trust far to freely. That's why!

All my life I have been the fixer, the giver and if I am being honest, the "doormat". Whenever anyone I cared about needed something I would do anything to make sure they got it. Whether it was simply companionship, money, a place to rest their head for a spell or material things I would do everything and anything in my power to provide. There were many, many times I went above and beyond and subsequently went without so that my "loved one" would have what they needed or wanted. Even after I got sick, lost the ability to work and didn't have any income I still managed to find ways to help those I love. I just figured that the more I helped people the more help I would get when I needed it.....good karma and all.....I guess I was really just being naive because all I've gotten in return, in many cases, is bitter disappointment. I did learn some valuable lessons along the way. I learned that a lot of people out there are disgustingly selfish and that I am just about as stupid and gullible as they come! Let me explain.....

Over and over again I have fallen for the same old lines.....I have allowed myself to be guilted into doing things I couldn't afford to do, I have been lied to, stolen from and just generally taken advantage of and I LET IT HAPPEN! Even after some of those people went out of their way to talk shit about me and my family when I did nothing but try and help them in their time of need! I am not completely ignorant, most of the time I knew exactly what was going on....nine times out of ten I knew when I was being fed bullshit and lies but continued to be try and be the "fixer" anyway. Why?? Because I am a pushover with a big heart. I wanted to believe that people who claimed to love me couldn't and wouldn't use me. That they wouldn't go out of their way to take advantage of my kindness and then throw me away when I was no longer of any use to them.  In the end I believed that regardless of their actions or words against me I was, at very least,  establishing that good karma I referred to earlier and that it would all be worth it in the end. As it turned out all I was doing was enabling others to continue to use and abuse me. In reality I was gullible and just fucking stupid!!!! In my defense there is also the fact that I have always subscribed to the practice of "my word is my bond". If I promise someone something I am going to keep that promise no matter what it takes, even if the person didn't truly deserve my help or my loyalty, because it's a PROMISE dammit and I am going to be true to my word even if I have to, figuratively, move mountains or go without things that I need to accomplish it. What I have really figured out in all of this is that, evidently, I am a rare breed. Words, it seems, mean nothing in this age of perpetual selfishness! Now, I am not going to sit here and claim to be perfect. Not by any means!  I have made promises that were unable to be kept, I am only human after all, but the difference is I will always give a valid and truthful reason as to why I cannot keep that promise. I would never insult someone's intelligence by lying to them nor would I degrade myself by doing so. I want people to be able to trust me, I want my friends and family to know that I will keep my word and if for unforeseen reasons I can't manage it that they will get an honest explanation as to why. I won't avoid them for as long as I can and then, when finally confronted, lie to cover my own ass. I will always own my mistakes and oversights.....as I said I am only human and therefore flawed, but I would be the first to admit that and take responsibility for my actions or lack thereof if that is the case. 

I suppose the biggest lesson I have learned is that there are only a few select people in this world that I can truly trust. My husband and kids, of course, and a SMALL number of friends, you know who you are, and family members. Everyone else is seemingly in it for what they can get out of me and those are people I need to extricate from my life. Honestly I have nothing left to give to anyone that doesn't deserve it and it's time for me to finally put myself first.....I do however have immeasurable amounts of love, empathy and understanding to give anyone that wants it. That costs me nothing to provide and I will give it willingly and without question to anyone that proves worthy!

The bottom line is that I can no longer be the "fixer". If you want to be a part of my life that's fine, I will gladly accept you into the fold.....but just so you are aware ALL you will get in that deal ME and my unwavering love and friendship. If that is not enough for you then you can just FUCK OFF! You can't squeeze blood from a turnip, as the old saying goes, and from now on you can call me the turnip......I need to focus on me and my little family (blood and chosen) and that's just how it's gonna be from now on!

So if you are reading this and are one of my trusted friends or family please know that I love you with all of my heart and NONE of this blog pertains to you. You have earned your place in my life by simply being there for me when I needed you and expecting nothing but love in return! However, if you are reading this and any of the above statements made you feel guilty or made you feel like you need to apologize to me your bridge is already burnt so don't even bother.....just move on with your life and forget I ever existed because, honestly, you no longer exist to me!

Thanks for taking the time to read my rantings and have a blessed day!

Feelings.....

Over the last three years my life has become a nightmare. I feel sick every single day, I am in some sort of pain 24/7 be that physical, emotional and even spiritual at times. Every day my existing symptoms seem to get worse and new ones are popping up at an alarming rate. 

As I write this I am suffering from a flare up of my pain symptoms along with horrible insomnia and an obnoxious case of nausea. It never seems to end and always comes in groupings of multiple issues all at once. I am at wits end! On top of all of it I am falling into another depression.....

I feel lonelier than I have in a very long time! I used to think some of my friends were right, that I ostracize myself and have become anti-social by choice but I have realized that that reasoning is completely off base. It's an excuse that my "friends" have come up with to make themselves feel better about abandoning me! I know that sounds harsh but I can't find a gentler way to put it......more importantly I refuse to accept excuses anymore! If someone truly wanted to be my friend they would make time for me, they would text me, they would call me.....Now, I realize that people have lives, jobs, kids and such but even when I was working 60-70 hours a week in retail, managing a household, taking care of my kids and squeezing in some time with the husband I still managed to make time for my friends who have always been very important to me! I would drop everything if someone needed me and I guess I just expected that people would pay it forward. There are a few people who have made the effort and to those people I am eternally grateful! However, if you have to ask me if you are one of those people then I'd say the answer should be pretty obvious! These very special people are my nearest and dearest friends and I know that even with their tremendously busy daily lives they would drop anything and everything to be here for me if I needed them. They, most definitely, already KNOW who they are because I have told them and made a point to keep them in my life! Over the last few months I have been removing myself from contact with those that have proven themselves to be less than "friendworthy". I do not judge these people nor do I feel any anger or resentment towards them! I have just gotten to a point in my life where I need to be selfish and put ME first. I am needing to surround myself with friends that truly WANT to be there for me through my darkest times......not just when all seems well or when it's convenient for them or when acting like they care makes them feel good about themselves.....I need a real support system and that is what my focus is now, finding kindred spirits that understand my struggles and want to help in any way they can simply because they truly care about me! 

I want to take the time to reiterate that I have some very special people in my life who I know would do just about anything for me (and I for them) even if it's just sending a simple text message asking how I'm doing and, more importantly, actually wanting to hear the answer whether it's good or bad! To those people, and you know who you are, I love you and could never get through any of this without you!!! I will value our friendship in this life and in whatever comes after!

 

I started writing this a few days ago but in light of today's tragic loss of Robin Williams to suicide I feel getting my thoughts and feelings out there is even more important. I have been lost in the darkness more times than I'd like to admit over the last three years. There were, and still are, many nights spent awake and in pain, physically and emotionally, when the thought of just ending it all has crossed my mind.....the only difference between me and the millions of people who have lost their battles with depression is that I made the decision NOT to act on those thoughts and feelings! How easily it could've gone the other way.......and if I am being honest the ONLY thing that kept me from taking that one last drastic action on those lonely nights is the knowledge of what it would do to my husband and children. My husbands father committed suicide when Brian was just 18 years old and, although I didn't know the family at the time, I have firsthand knowledge of what his actions put the family through. What it still puts them through to this day! I will not do to my boys what was done to my amazing husband and his sister all those years ago and I will not make my husband live through that kind of pain ever again! I guess in a way I am lucky to have the understanding that I do......it has made me more aware of what something like that really does to a family and that awareness has made me want to fight my inner demons instead of giving in to them. That said, I know all too well how easy it would be to give in. How easy it would be to find justifications for that action. How easy it is to say "they'll all be better off without me...". There are many nights I've cried myself to sleep begging for death to take me in my slumber because the physical pain is just to great!

 

These years have been hard and it seems to be getting harder every day but I have learned something about myself as well......I have learned that I am a fighter, I am a survivor and I am much stronger than I EVER gave myself credit for! I have made the conscious decision to see this through no matter where it takes me or how hard it gets. If I do eventually lose the battle it will be because my body gave up NOT because my spirit did! So many have given up and it grieves my heart....I just pray that Robin and all the other souls have finally found the peace they could never find in this life! And if anyone reading this right now is considering opting out please reconsider......call someone, ask for help....there is nothing to be ashamed of! There are people out there who care about you and need you in their lives. I know things seem helpless now but I promise there is help, hope and love out there for you......just ask for it and you'll be surprised by what you find!

Alone

My body writhes in agony

And no one seems to care

I pray for some acknowledgement

But very few are there

I cry on social media

Just looking for compassion

But most people only care about

Celebs and the latest fashions

No one really understands

The reasons for my pain

Some doctors even seem to think

I am simply going insane

All I truly want right now

Is a real diagnosis

Someone to say that this is real

And not just some psychosis

All the hope and optimism is 

Slipping through my fingers

I feel the fear overtaking me

And the anxiety just lingers

I wish I had a magic wand

To make this disappear

The chronic pain, anxiety

And most of all the fear

I beg for understanding

From my friends and family

I am not a hypochondriac 

How can I make them see

Some days are better than others

But regardless I am sick

Some days I can't do anything

It's not a lie or a trick

Just because I don't look ill

Doesn't make it nonexistent 

I assure you it's inside of me

And terribly persistent

So when you see me looking well

And trying to be included

Don't assume that I am better

Or that I was just deluded

I have a few close family and friends

That come by or call on the phone

I thank God everyday for them

Because without them I'd be utterly alone

 

Justice for WM3? If Only....

In August of 2011, after 18 years and 78 days inside prison walls, the trio of Damien Echols, Jason Baldwin and Jesse Misskelley Jr, known as the West Memphis Three, were released after taking what is called an Alford Plea. This rare type of deal basically boils down to a glorified "no contest" plea while being legally allowed to maintain your innocence and, most importantly, allows for an immediate release from custody based on time served. I was not surprised by this development, as many were I've been told, because had I been in a similar position I would've taken the deal in a heartbeat. That said, this deal was not justice. The fact that these three men, who I believe to be innocent, had to stand in a courtroom and plead "guilty" to three counts of first degree murder each in order to obtain their freedom is disgusting and a slap in the face to everyone that believes in true justice and liberty. This is not how the system is supposed to work! 

Let's go over the basics of the case in the simplest possible terms. In May of 1993 the bodies of three 8 year old boys were found in a canal near their West Memphis, Arkansas neighborhood. They had gone out riding bikes the night before and never returned. Christopher Byers, Michael Moore and Stevie Branch had been brutally murdered. They appeared to have been beaten, cut, scratched, bitten and one boy had been nearly castrated. All three victims had been stripped naked, hog-tied with their own shoelaces and thrown into the water. The two bikes they had been seen riding the night before were also in the canal and their clothes had been stuck into the muddy bottom with sticks. It was an obvious attempt to conceal a horrific crime. I can't even begin to imagine what those poor police officers were feeling as they plucked those tiny bodies out of the water one by one. I have seen the crime scene photos and those images have been seared into my memory. I will have those pictures in my mind until the day I die, as I imagine they are forever in the minds of all who have ever seen them! Almost immediately following the discovery of the bodies rumors started flying around the small town and it didn't take long for "Satanic Panic", as the FBI called it, to set in even though the killings had no ritualistic connotations whatsoever. Local law enforcement clung to this theory and began looking for anyone that fit their definition of possible suspects. They very quickly zeroed in on Damien Echols. Why? Because he dressed primarily in black, listened to heavy metal music and had an interest in the occult. They manipulated a mentally retarded Jesse into giving a false confession after 12 hours of interrogation that incriminated himself, Damien and Jason. They accused Jason simply because of his association with their primary target, Damien. This is when the case took a dark turn and went from trying to find the killer(s) of three innocent little boys to a modern day witch hunt. 

Damien was a "goth kid" before it was cool. During the early to mid 90's the gothic subculture had been catapulted into the mainstream culture with the introduction of bands like shock rocker Marilyn Manson, White Zombie and many others. I myself found kindred spirits in this group and spent a decent chunk of my early teens as a "goth". It was really nothing more than a fashion choice. I was not a "Satanist" although I, like Damien, took an interest in all things Wicca for a period of time. I, like Damien, had and have a love for heavy metal music, horror movies and Stephen King novels. None of these things are illegal! None of these things signify that one is unstable! None of them make someone a killer! All of the supposed evidence of guilt submitted during Damien and Jason's trial in 1994 was simply evidence of teenage boys being teenage boys in the early 1990's, nothing more! There was NO physical evidence linking any of the three young men to the crime scene and each of the accused had multiple alibi witnesses for the time that the murders took place but no one cared. As far as this small town, nestled in the heart of the Bible Belt, was concerned they had their murderers and no one was gonna tell them any different! Every "expert witness" the prosecution put on the stand had credentials that were questionable at best and it has since come out that many of the prosecutions witnesses claim to have been threatened or coersed into testifying against Damien. One such "witness" recanted her testimony in 2007 claiming that the police  "scared her to death" and gave her immunity from her own legal troubles if she would help get information on and from Damien and Jason. Another "witness" who testified that Jason confessed his involvement in the murders to him while they were in a juvenile detention center together has since said he flat out lied on the stand to gain immunity from his own legal issues. I could go into a lot more detail regarding the original trial and it's many glaring errors, including the allegations of juror misconduct, but as I am trying to keep this as simple as possible I won't. If you are interested in those details I would urge you to go online at WM3.org, watch the Paradise Lost documentaries or read Mara Leveritt's book Devil's Knot.

So what really happened on that spring evening in 1993? Honestly, and sadly, we will probably never know. The state has taken the position that the case is closed and therefore they have no intention of reopening it or investigating other potential suspects. However I believe that the simple fact is this, if the state truly believed that Damien, Jason and Jesse were guilty of these murders they would never have agreed to any deal that would remove Damien from death row much less allow all three to walk free but that's exactly what they did. They know they were wrong but in order to save face (and prevent a multimillion dollar law suit) they cut the deal! I have my own theory on what really happened that night and without pointing fingers or accusing anyone specific here it is:

Stevie, Christopher and Michael headed out on their bikes around 3:30pm with the understanding they had to return by 4:30pm as Stevie's mother had to leave for work by 5pm. They obviously lost track of time and did not come home as scheduled. Stevie's stepfather took his mom to work around 5pm then returned to look for the boys. By this time the parents of all three children and other members of the community were searching the general area. I believe that someone involved in the search and personally invested in at least one of the children found them playing somewhere in the neighborhood and got angry that they had not returned home when they'd been instructed to. This person probably scared the boys with their anger and the kids subsequently took off on the bikes. The angry searcher most likely followed them into the woods, known as Robin Hood Hills, and caught up with them by the canal. At this point the perpetrator is furious and probably struck one of the children in his/her anger. This would have terrified the other two boys and I assume they would've tried to run and hide but as we know 8 year olds wouldn't get very far when scared. I believe the aggressor did not intend to kill the boys when he/she entered the woods that night but that in his/her anger the situation got out of hand and the first death was accidental. This left the perpetrator with two options: turn themself in or eliminate any witnesses and cover up the crime. Obviously, and tragically, they chose the latter! The manner in which the bodies were found, bound and hidden, and the manner in which the bikes and clothes were found, also hidden, points to a desperate attempt to cover up a killing of unspeakable proportions. I believe that this person then, after cleaning themselves up, returned to the search effort with no one the wiser. I believe that this person is still walking the streets and has allowed three innocent men to take the fall for a crime they didn't commit for over 21 years. I want to reiterate that I do not believe that this was necessarily a premeditated murder. As I said before, I believe the first death to be accidental due to extreme rage and the other two victims were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time and could not remain alive as they bore witness to the beating that caused the first victims death. A criminal profiler hired by the defense, after reviewing the case file, called this a "personal cause homicide" meaning that the perpetrator had a personal connection to one or all of the victims. Neither Damien, Jason or Jesse had ANY connection to any of the victims or their families other than living in the same town. Before you ask, I do have my own personal theory as to who the killer is but I will not divulge that information as I do not want to open myself up to potential lawsuits or, more importantly, do to someone else what has been done to the WM3 by making assumptions and unmerited accusations.

As a parent of two young boys I understand that this case hits us where it hurts. I understand that emotions run high and tempers flare when discussing the brutal murders of innocent children but does that give us the right to rush to judgement? Does it give us the right to condemn someone to death with no evidence to back it up? No it does not! This case was obviously botched on almost all levels. The community, the police and the media rushed to judgement based on nothing more than what Damien looked like and that he was the "weird kid" in town. They judged Jason on nothing more than the friends he kept. They took advantage of Jesse's limited mental faculties and got him to say things that weren't true and didn't even mesh with the facts of the case. Everything law enforcement did was wrong! Evidence was lost, persons of interest weren't questioned, neighborhoods weren't canvassed and unrelated items were used as trial evidence.....wrong, wrong, WRONG! 

I pray that one day someone that knows what really happened that night will find the courage to come forward. That they will find the strength to fight through their fear and help clear the names of three innocent men. I pray that someday the real killer will come to justice and that everyone will finally know that our guys have been innocent all along. Because until that day true justice will never been known...

(Disclaimer: I am not a member of the press, a member of law enforcement or directly affiliated with any entity or organization. I am just an avid WM3 supporter and have been since 1994.)