Yesterday I was given news of something disturbing, well disturbing to me.
Back when me and Eric (Guy with the Fairlane, and 1960 T-bird) first became friends, up till the time he moved to Cary, use to work on and wash our cars over his house.
When ever we came outside to do what ever to our cars, there was this kid that would run out of his house, with his skateboard in hand and just roll around on it, watching us, with obvious intrest. He was always alone, I think he had a friend with him once or twice before.
I noticed that when ever we'd go into erics house, a few minutes later, the kid would pick up his skate board and head back home.
I never talked to him, or invited him to come over and look at the cars. I never gave it much of a thought. I placed the kids age to be around 10 years old. Over the years, he still did the same thing. Just tooling around till we were finished.
The driver that delivers to that area remembers Eric from when he used to work with us, and got along with us.
That little kid, the lonley one with the skateboard, at the age of 15, put a gun to his head and ended his life.
I didnt know the kid, but I remember him. If only I knew back then what would happen a few years later. If only I knew. I feel angry, not towards the kid, or myself, I dont know what really towards.
I wish I would of invited him to come over and look at the cars closely, or asked him if would like to help. He was so obviously intersted.
I have came so closely before to traveling down that same road, several times. But with dumb luck, the strength given to me by god, I'm here today. It wasnt easy, still isnt, but I know the pain. I feel for that kid and am saddened by his actions.
I'm lucky to be surronded with friends, good friends. Thats probably all that kid needed was an understanding friend.
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