I was going through this internet article wherein the child had been missing for 10years and his parents never logged a complaint when he went missing until a decade later. By following this link you can read the story and also learn about similar cases wherein the kidnapped kids were never found or found but were dead. With very few exceptions.
http://news.aol.com/article/hunt-begins-for-boy-missing-10-years/294287?...
It’s just breaks my heart, because all of the kids given in this article are so young and are beautiful. While looking at the pictures of those kids, all of which were smiling, I felt like crying imagining the torture they might have faced, the fear or pain inflicted before they died a brutal death. Like for example one girl was raped and then buried alive. Well all kinds of kids are B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. And I shudder to think what kind of sickening person would like to molest rape or kill them. I mean what’s your first instinct when you see a kid. All you want to do is run and scoop him/her in your arms and plant a huge kiss on his/her cheeks. I love my cousins and they are half my age. They are so innocent and there is this magical quality about them, wherever they go they just spread love. And to think of the possibility of someone touching them with evil intentions drives me insane enough to kill that person in question and chop him/her up like minced meat.
There is so much of brutality in this world. Each of us is aware of it. But when it’s rubbed right on your faces then you realize what it really means or understand its true meaning. Like 9/11 attacks, thousands of people were killed. People were affected by it, not just physically but also mentally. You might call me a chicken, but for a week after those attacks I just couldn’t fall asleep because I had this fear that gripped me so tightly. I felt somebody was going to walk right through the front door and hold a gun at my head and shoot me. Even though none of my family or relatives was directly affected by these attacks, all of us were shaken….badly.
One of my favorite movie “The Other Side of the Ocean”, which stars Michelle Pfeiffer, is a story about a family wherein the second oldest son is kidnapped when he’s little. Then years later he is brought back into the family, but because so much time has lapsed he doesn’t remember anything and finds very difficult to deal with his biological family. It such a poignant movie. As you realize that no one is to blame. I mean the boy who was kidnapped and not feeling love for his real family and the family that feels broken as they can’t get the son to love them back. Thankfully the movie does end on a good note!
We keep talking about the fact that we need to change the world, we need to change the world. Then there are so many things out there that need attention and are equally bad and violent. Like the attacks on Gaza, the incident is incredible. There was this picture of three kids not older than 3years; lying on a sheet and all of them dead.
Before taking up the task of changing the world we need to change our thinking and of people around us and then I truly believe we can change the world in the long run. Things like not being rude to people or taking advantage of them or even bullying them, to name a few. You might wonder how’s that going to help change the world. Do you think Adolf Hitler might have ever existed if there was someone to guide him or love or to listen to him and tell him right from wrong?
