It was a year ago on the third of this month that my son was hit by a car.
I know I have mentioned it many times over, but I never felt safe enough ranting because I didn’t want anybody here offended by some of the view points of people that I had to work out for myself.
I realised that I could not hold a race responsible for one persons stupidity, and if I would have posted a rant shortly after he was hit then I would have said some stupid things.
On with the rant…
You uneducated, filthy, heathenistic, breeding, excuse for a human being!
Do you have any idea what you took away from my family last summer? No, I doubt that you would in your drug addled state.
Minutes after you hit my son and ripped him out of my daughters hand (yes, they were holding hands) you jumped out of your car and screamed “oh my god, I don’t have a license!” And your next statement was “doesn’t he know that it is the begining of the month and I am here to cash my check?”
You are the epitomy of trash!
My son lay under your car on his hands and knees begging for help and trying to lift the car off himself with a compound fracture of his femur, road rash all over his left side, and his ankle peeled off.
And you were worried about yourself, and basically my money for sitting on your ass breeding.
I lost my job because of you. I was still in my probation period for work, and that first night I had to leave the hospital before my son was out of surgery because I NEED to work. When I got to work, they did send my back to the hospital so I could sit with my son in ICU. Then they asked me to quit on my own accord so I wouldn’t leave on a bad note.
The stress I was in caused me to have a very minor heart attack.
Because of you my son got to miss out on his summer. He spent the majority of it in a body cast reclined in a wheel chair.
He couldn’t swim, he couldn’t go camping, play baseball, ride a bike, or walk the nature trail.
He got to sit, trapped in a cast and watch the others at play.
So, what did you do all summer?
Well, you weren’t held accountable for your actions, so I am sure that you had a wonderful summer. As wonderful as it can get for a drug addict on welfare who ignores her children.
Did he even cross your mind? NO!
I am the one who had to explain to your daughter that it was not her fault, and that we were not mad at her. Cherelle and Josh have been friends since kindergarten. Her and I share the same birthdate, and I have made her a cake every year since you seem to forget. Does that even bother you?
Josh spent the last part of his summer learning how to walk again. He will carry his scars for the rest of his life.
What do you take away from this? Nothing!
His other brothers and sisters are scared for life also, but theirs aren’t as easy to see.
No insurance, no license, and on welfare, gets you off the hook for being a human being.
OH, I see you are still driving that car. Funny since the plate are now expired. You never turned in your accident report, but I did. Even though I didn’t have to I did. So that way when they go to match it up with yours which isn’t there they will revoke your right to license another vehicle. Small victory.
Kricket, honey, I know it has been a very rough year for you. I also know that you’ve been putting off this rant for as long as possible.
Did you say all the things you wanted to say? Did you release all your pent up frustration at this woman and what she cost your family? If so, I hope it was cathartic for you in some way. I know that ranting won’t bring Josh’s summer back and won’t heal his scars (or those of his siblings) but it might help start to heal the wounds in your mind.
If you didn’t say all the things you wanted to, I strongly encourage you to do so. You can’t heal until you address all of your feelings. Any feelings you keep trapped inside are going to continue to eat at you, prohibiting the healing process.
I’m glad you decided to finally rant about your feelings and I hope it helped you.
I think so.
I really want to sream and yell, and rant and rave and cry. Walk up to her house and give her a good shake.
I wanted to hate her and tell her to her face how worthless she is.
Minutes after I got to the hospital I asked where the poor woman was that hit him. All I could think was I would be devestated if I were in her shoes, and I would try to contact the parents and let them know that I was sorry and ask if there was anything I could do to make things right.
Then I found out who she was, and what she said in the aftermath.
You don’t know how many times the Wiccan Reid almost slipped through my hands and out of my control.
When she reaches SummerLand or where ever she goes in death she will have to face this.
I had a hard time sleeping the past two weeks because of reliving this everytime I close my eyes.
I can still see my daughter running out of the house in slow motion screaming like in a horror movie with tears streaming down her face, and blaming herself.
I can still see my son with blood oozing out of his mouth, covered in grease and bleeding all down his side, and the doctors worried because all his muscles and internal organs went into shock and froze up.
I drove myself crazy on the third until he walked in the door after school. It was all I could do not to keep him home that day.
I finally put away the ziplock bag that sat in the cubby of my headboard with his clothes in it. All tattered and torn and cut off him. That was the first step in letting some of this go.
And I would like to thank you EvilBeth for listening to me in the past few weeks.
And to everybody else who has heard me bring it up in various threads.
I know I talk about it alot, but I have never actually vented my feelings for this woman. I know we have has some debates about her accountability, but that is not the same about venting about feelings. That was mostly leagal stuff.
Well, if you’ve gotten it all out, then good for you, Kricket. That’s the first step to your own recovery. Now you just have to sit back and know that karma will be hers to deal with.
Sweet Jesus, what a heartless bitch. I can understand why you’re still upset over this, Kricket.
But apart from the scars (which are terrible, don’t get me wrong), did your son make a 100% recovery? At least, physically, of course.
How horrifying for your son, for you, for the whole family. That woman is deserving of what ever kind of torture might await her ( I don’t believe in hell, etc.). It’s sickening to know that she isn’t tortured NOW by it.
Me, I’d have every friend and relative calling her home DAILY, and when she picks up the phone, she has to hear this: " You almost murdered a small child with your senseless unfeeling dangerous behavior. Suffer forever for it".
Coupla months of that might make her think twice. And, as Coldy said, how IS the boy???
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Josh is doing great. The whole time I was looking at my son in the hospital bed, and then at home in his chair the doctors kept telling me how resiliant children were.
Yeah right was all I could think. Josh kept telling me that the day he got his cast off he was going to run out of the doctors office and go home and ride his bike.
Well, he didn’t actually run, but pretty damn near close to it.
Besides the scars the only thing he is left with is a stiff leg in the mornings.
I have no idea if this woman ruined the rest of his life as well.
My husband thought that since the break was so bad and he had to have rods put in his leg that he might not be able to join the military or play high school sports.
The rods were removed around Thanksgiving so we will have to see what the furture holds.
This woman comes from a big inbred gang related family. One of the biggest in Davenport. Over half of the children in this family circle are in behavior disorder classes, and most don’t finish school.
When they are old enough to breed they do so and then sit around and collect money. Some how they have found a way around the Iowa system. You see in Iowa you are only allowed five years of aid and then you are cut off. Unless of course you are pregnant. See where this is going?
I have stated before that I have no problem with the honest people who need the aid, hell I have been there myself, but it is those who abuse the system sell the food stamps, deal drugs on the side, and drive better cars than I do.
I did have friends who offered to lift the car and let my husband dismantle it. Since I wouldn’t let them do that they offered to just make the car un-usable. Couldn’t let them do that either. I just couldn’t see my friends paying for something like that with Karma or jail time.
Yes, she will get hers. May not be fast enough for alot of us, but it will happen.
Have you considered pressing charges against the woman for driving without a license and vehicular assault? God knows how many other kids she’s going to run over if there aren’t any prison bars keeping her from getting behind the wheel again.
My God, why isn’t this woman in jail? There’s got to be some sort of law against unliscenced, uninsured drivers running over children.
I don’t know if this helps, but if your son is like most boys, he’s probably going to end up really enjoying those scars. One of my best friends lost most of his calf in a gun-related accident (must…not…hijack…) when he was twelve. Left a really nasty scar. The whole back of his leg looks like hamburger. He’s almost thirty now, and almost never wears long pants. He uses his hideous scar to pick up girls, apparently with some success.
((((((Kricket))))))
I do believe that when you do wrong, at some point you will pay for it. Call it karma, or divine retribution, or whatever you care to call it…it’ll come.
In the meantime, hold that child tight. You are lucky to have each other, and he is blessed to have you as his mom.
Much Love,
Cheri
Fuck the karma, let your friends DO something bad to her!!
Hell, I will drive down there myself!!!
Your poor baby:( I know how hard it is when they are hurt and you cant help… when you cant explain why it happened, why them. You will be tormented long after Josh forgets this.
The hell of being a good parent! You will never forget what happened, and that fucking SHIT that did it probably wont remember.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Fuckity fuck!
Have someone break her thumbs… drive then bitch!!!
I know this will only proceed to piss most of you off even more but the only thing she was charged with was failure to have insurance.
She hit him in a private lot and according to the police anything goes in a private lot. No license? No problem. Speed and maime a child? Go for it.
Lawerys won’t touch her on the fact of no insurance and the well-fare thing. One did offer to help but I cannot afford close to three hundred and hour.
I did take advice given by fellow dopers a few months back to contact our newspaper but they never responded. I think it is time to contact them again and get ahold of one of the touchy feely story writers.
Oh yeah, the statute (sorry bout spelling) of limitations is only two years. Yep, I am down to a year to get some action.
Last year I spent mothers day in the hospital with Josh. This year I have to work. But, I will have the morning to spend with all five of the kids and that is what makes up for working, the fact that I have all five of my kids.
Kel, maybe you are right, and maybe I am too nice. Last year in the original thread there was talk of a vigilanty group comming down and taking care of her.
Thank you Cheri, I really do try.
I actually had one of the teachers (my favorite kindergarten teacher) yell at me when I called to let her know that I wouldn’t be able to help at the fun night fund raiser. My daughters father picked up a cake for the cake walk and to her. The staff loaded them down with all sorts of prizes to send to the hospital.
Josh and Allyssas’ after school tutors got all their students gifts for the end of the year session and brought Joshs’ up to him.
The principle who I like to call Mr. McVicker called to let me know that many students and parents wanted to come up and see Josh. I had him warn them that he looked like death with tubes and that cast, but to come on up. It would be a learning expirience for them and it would lift Joshs’ spirits.
The school crisis mediater brought him up a new back pack filled with games and books.
The school custodian sent him flowers in a float bowl filled with candies. The note attatched told Josh that he was lucky that he messed with the car instead of him. Norm is a bit slow, but he is one of the nicest sincerest guys you could ever meet. Always giving the kids a good rough time and he knows every student by name. He actually cried when I told him Josh would do fine.
We took Josh up to the school for the last day since his sister was graduating from grade school and they had a ceremony for them. We didn’t even make it in the door and the students came rushing out and the second grade teachers were arguing over whose class to put him in. That really lifted his spirits. And he answered all his questions like a pro.
And you guys should have seen him over the summer!!! Until the other kids got tired of pushing him all over the place he got to play a little football and baseball from the wheel chair. I know it wasn’t exactly the way we had the summer planned, but I am glad that his friends didn’t shy away from him.
It’s funny now when my youngest (3&4) see someone in a wheel chair they automatically think they were hit by a car and ask them what parking lot they were in.
One of my nieces had to explain to every person that passed her on the street that her cousin was hit by a car and they were comming down to see him. My other niece told my sister that she was going to beat that lady up, and when she came over to check on Josh she climbed in the bed with him and told everybody else they couldn’t come near him because he was hurt. Funny from a child two years younger than him who has picked on him since she learned how to crawl. But, even now when they drive by a white car she asks my sister if that is the lady who hurt her Josh.
I know this is becoming less of a rant, but it feels good to let all this out. And hey, I know that I have made a ton of spelling errors, but I am medicated and crying so I know you will all forgive me.
Kricket - I can understand your anger and pain having nearly lost another young man named Josh.
I’ve known him since the day my sister gave birth to him and for a long time I saw him every single day. He says I am his favourite uncle and one of the reasons he’s so cool. Uh huh.
Two years ago in August he and several of his friends were nearly killed when a woman drove her car into theirs in an attempt to kill herself.
She succeeded in killing herself but because of some miracle all the boys survived. Josh suffered severe injuries that will affect him through his whole life. He’s quite the fighter and you would never know he is all pins and plates from the waist down. He is the hands down winner when it comes to who has the best scars.
After I finish my morning coffee I have to go and make sure my shirt and suit are pressed. I can’t wait to see Lola in the new dress she bought.
We will be celebrating today, I will celebrate the fact that I still can enjoy the company of my nephew and that he has found a wonderful woman to love, honour, and cherish for as long as he shall live.
Seeing him get married this afternoon is going to make me feel a little old. Has it been nearly twenty one years since he was born?
Time is truly a great healer, your son will recover and someday you will be finding many reasons to rejoice. We should consider ourselves blessed to be able to share the lives of these people we love so much.
I am sitting here holding my baby Joshua and thinking of your baby Josh. I know how frustating it is when you suffer through something like that, only to have the authorities that are supposed to help you tell you their hands are tied. I mean, we all have this idea that they will somehow avenge our injuries and the people who drive over little boys will pay for their crimes, right? And then someone tells you “Sorry, no can do. Get over it.” And you feel like there is nothing else you can do. But…
One thing you have done is rise above it. I really applaud your restraint in dealing with this woman (if you can call her that). I hope that in a similar situation I would be as strong. I hope you have a really good Mother’s Day (or Mother’s Day weekend, if you can’t be there on the actual day). I hope you get at least a sliver of satisfaction knowing you have something she will never have - the love for and love of your children, the importance of which I am sure escapes her.
Michelle
You could file a civil suit, though it sounds like they don’t have any money anyway 
This kind of thing scares the crap out of me, as a mother 
Kricket:
I am so sorry for the tragedy you and your family experienced. I hope that piece of trash gets what she deserves and that this becomes no more than a bad memory in time. Much love to you and yours.
You know Opal, I was told that if I did get a judgement against her that it would never run out of time. So if lets say ten years down the road she gets off her lazy ass she would then have to pay. Thank you so much for reminding me of that.
Feynn, tell your nephew that I wish him all the best.
Ellykat give your Josh a big hug for me too.
You know another funny thing? Joshs’ father and I named him after a friend of ours child who was hit by a semi and killed.