During the heat of battle there is need for a clear head, a strong hand, and a cold heart. Yesterday as soon as I found out that the school let a man have lunch with the children that have a restraining order against him, I went into "combat mode". There was no feeling, no emotion, I had a hard time understanding Mandy's tears.

Today there is a feeling of despair. The children look to us for protection and to learn what is right. Even if we believe that we have done everything that we can, there is always more that we can do.

Yesterday the school let a man visit with the children that has put a woman on disability by beating her, this man tried to kill his own unborn child by kicking his wife in the belly, I’ve seen the pictures and read the court records. I know this is true. The school knew there was an order of protection but they didn’t have a current copy of the order. They said there wasn’t anything that they could do, but they didn’t even call Mandy, she had even talked to the school that morning.

This is what I see as the main problem with society. We know what’s right, we know that certain things need to be done but there are very few people that are willing to risk their comfy life or their job to do the right thing.  We live in a “Its none of my business” world where if it isn’t our family involved then we can just let it slide.

Most of you think I’m kind of out there, some of you think I go way overboard when I find a cause that needs to be stood up for. This my friends is the exact reason why I do it. Because yesterday the children were scared, Adam even said his legs were shaking but the adults weren’t willing to risk anything to do the right thing. Well think of me what you will, label me a radical, believe that I’m off balanced, but one thing that you can never say is that I took the comfy easy way out when it came to standing up for someone that couldn’t defend themselves.

Use your regulations and your rules, stand behind them, stay safe, but that’s not my way. From the first time I picked up a fireplace poker when I was 12 years old, to fight an adult that had a knife to my mom’s throat, I have risked both my safety and my freedom to help those that were defenseless. I joined the Marines to the same thing, to protect those that weren’t able to do it for themselves, or those that were too wrapped up in the mall, soap operas and the latest hair styles to even realize that their way of life was in danger.  The problem isn’t that I’ve chosen to do this; the problem comes in when I expect others to care as much as I do.

I will work on this; I will no longer expect help from anybody outside of our immediate family. Most people talk, they say they think it should be this way or that, but nobody is willing to go to the wall for the ones that can’t defend themselves. This truly is a sad thing. Today my faith in mankind has slipped a couple more notches. 

Stay safe out there, enjoy your lattés and you Sex in the City, there isn’t anything worth making a sacrifice for.  I wonder what the men that hit the beach at Normandy or the ones that spilled their blood on Iwo Jima would feel about your apathetic ways.

My apologies to all, I just had to write this. I guess I just don’t get it. Isn’t helping others and giving of ourselves what life is all about?