Check out the lyrics to "Thank You", its a powerful song to have in the background while typing this one...man, she put her soul into this song...
and I'm going to post a link to the song for the soul who sent me the story of her son...
But perhaps the title of this entry should be "Thank You Terror"
Yes, I'll post this story, for those who stop by to read...and I kept one of the lines for me in...I'll explain after your story...
"No problem. I hope people will learn from my mistakes.
It was a week before Christmas when my neighbor had to take her 9yr old son to the hospital because he suffered from seizures. After her being stuck at the hospital for a day and a half I was worried about her pitbull named Buddy because she had no one to walk and feed him. So I talked to her and told her I would take care of Buddy at my house until she got back. I had no fear about having him there with my 6yr old son because he lived with two children around my sons age and I would see her little grandbabies crawl and sit on Buddy and he would just lay there. The first day Buddy was at my house and everything went fine. Buddy would follow me everywhere. On the second day Buddy and I were laying in my room and I desided to go see what my son Justen and his friends were doing. So I walked out to the livingroom and Buddy followed. Justen and his friends were kneeling at the coffie table playing with legos. Buddy and I were standing about 2ft. behind my son when without warning Buddy jumped on Justen knocking him to the ground. Within seconds Buddy started ripping into my sons head. I did the only thing I could do and grabbed his thick collar and just pulled with all my weight. Buddy was so strong and after about a minute which seemed like a lifetime Buddy let go and I lost my grip and fell backwards. Then Buddy latched onto him again and once again I pulled on his collar and it took another minute for him to let go. My son jumped up and locked himself into my bathroom. Once I got Buddy outside away from everyone I went to find Justen. He was so scared he didn't want to open the door. But finally I reassured him that Buddy couldn't get him and he opened the door. My sons white polo shirt was completely soaked in blood and I saw he had a 2"X 3" chunk of skin on his temple that was gone. He also had some deep laserations on his scalp. The ambulance came and took us to the hospital then he was tranfered to childrens hospital where a plastic surgeon came in and closed his wounds. The doctor who did the surgery asked me what kind of dog was it. When I told him it was a family pitbull he said to me,"Pitbulls are not family dogs". Buddy was euthanized. I truely believe Buddy would have killed Justen had not by some miracle I was able to stop him. My son was lucky to live but is scarred for the rest of his life because I believed people when they would say only the trained to fight pitbulls attack. And my son is not the only victim that day because his little friends witness his attack. I have nightmare all the time so I can only imagine that they do too. My neighbor (Buddys owner) was very sorry to my face but to others she would say that my son must have prevoked Buddy. I would like people to learn from Justens pitbull survival story. Don't listen to the excuses, It's just not worth the risk. Thanks for helping to bring awareness."
Mistakes...we all make them, but most of the ones we make won't almost kill someone...but the mistake my friend, isn't yours...what you did was trust..nothing about what happened to your bright little boy was your mistake to bear. I simply can't allow you to have that word in your vocabulary when referring to yourself, and that situation. You trusted a pitbull owner, one who like all the others, time and time again force their version of their right onto all of us, our children and all the other innocent lives stolen or marred by their mutts.
You hit a nail hard on the head...it's just not worth the risk, why did your son, mine and all the others have to be a risk they took???
And as a PS: The owner of the pit that got Little Man King, his girlfriend was sorry to our face, we never heard from the owner...still to do this day...FUCKING COWARD!!!!! In the van on the way to the hospital, that piece of shit asked out loud "I wonder what he did to provoke ***ch?"
Thank you for trusting your story to me...thank you for standing beside me, while I stand beside you...our sons, their stories, their scars have to make a difference...







