My apologies for the length of this, I even removed some of the quotes and it still looks like a dime store novel. :blushing:
I was told that Bourque wasn't a credible witness when I mentioned what she had said on the event page of the official FB page.
I guess some people just don't have their priorities straight and think that it's more important to have a home, food, clothing, etc. when a child com es to visit than it is to make sure their time together is split 50-50. What good does it do to have him visit if you have to quit your job, lose your home, and what not in order to do it?
I know MR has children in a different state, but I'm not touching that one for anything.
I really don't believe the search or anything that happened between 8pm and the following morning will affect the outcome at all. MOO
I think it's quite possible, but not likely in the way many here think it has to be. IMO
I don't think anybody deserves it.
I thought people were posting about it being MR who was hiding him. I'm totally confused once again.
I never thought it was important, and I'm not so sure that he did either. I've seen it repeated about 100 times, or maybe more, but I've only seen him mention it once - and all he said about it was that it was missing and likely (I think) that he had it with him.
I think the scarier morph is around the age of 18, but outsiders seldom notice it. I thought my stepfather was nuts when I was 16 and he told me to stay in school for as long as I could, and then said, "You go to bed one night and you're 18 years old, and you wake up the next morning and you're 40." When I woke up one morning and I was 40, I finally realized what he meant. :what:
I almost never watch the news (I NEVER say never!), but that's partially because I haven't had a television in ages, and have no sound on my computer.
When I was a teenager, a lot of people I knew would hang out at a small river, and one of the big things at the time was jumping in from a rope swing that was hanging from a big tree that leaned out about 10 feet from the shore. One afternoon some friends were swimming there and one guy/boy was along great swimmer and spent most of the summer hanging around there every year. He jumped off the rope and dived in, for probably the 10th time that day. Everybody was amazed at first by how long he was able to hold his breath, until they finally realized that he wasn't coming back up.
Several people jumped in and were diving to try to find him while others drove to town to get help (no cell phones back then). They finally gave up after almost 2 days of searching and finding nothing. The next day, his brother and cousin went there just to more or less say goodbye, and saw his body about 50 feet downstream. After the autopsy, it was said that he had hit a sandbar and broken his neck. The undercurrent had pushed his body downstream, and he had become tangled in some tree roots under water. When conditions changed just a bit, he was released from them and resurfaced. I can swim, but I don't unless I absolutely have to. I'm not really afraid of the water, but I have a healthy respect for it. No matter how peaceful it may look on the surface, you never really know all that may be going on under it. MOO
I never would have made that agreement myself. My boys would have been told that I'd take them when I got home the next day, but they'd better be ready to go once I get there.
I don't remember him being asked to give him advice on what to do, just what he'd like to say to him.
It's the kind of thing most of my family, immediate and extended, would say to a friend or relative who was going through a difficult time. MOO