A few days ago, three young boys fell through the ice on a pond near here. An 8 year old died. It brought back bad memories.
Back in the 80s when I lived in Buckner Mo, three small boys fell through the ice just a short distance from my house. The Gragg brothers all died.
A few months later, their mother hired me to put carpet in the house. I will always swear that I heard children's voices in that house, but I was the only one there.
About 10 years ago, my daughter's boyfriend (they were soon to be married and he's the father of my grandson) was murdered in a public housing apt. About a month later, I had to change the carpet in that apt. I was really uneasy, but I had to do it.
Anyone else ever feel, uneasy about doing a job like that?
Back in the 80s when I lived in Buckner Mo, three small boys fell through the ice just a short distance from my house. The Gragg brothers all died.
A few months later, their mother hired me to put carpet in the house. I will always swear that I heard children's voices in that house, but I was the only one there.
About 10 years ago, my daughter's boyfriend (they were soon to be married and he's the father of my grandson) was murdered in a public housing apt. About a month later, I had to change the carpet in that apt. I was really uneasy, but I had to do it.
Anyone else ever feel, uneasy about doing a job like that?