Here's the story. If someone is still in contact with our "cindi" I'd like her to know about it. She's a writer and knows about soul baring. /forums/images/graemlins/blush.gif
http://www.dmagazine.com//article.asp?articleid=731
The reason for writing this was pure selfishness on my part. I poured my guts out to a stranger, Tim Rogers, on the condition that he'd misplaced his reporter's hat.
The reasons for having it published is I believe it gives a very personal and private subject another public perspective. One that isn't expressed very often.
Nine years plus after the event I look around and still feel we did the right thing. My daughter's paid the highest price emotionally. She's doing fine.
She comes from good stock. Her great grandmother during the depression was camped out on in a wagon and a tent just outside of a small town in Northern Arizona. The older boys and her husband were miles away working in a mine. It was just her the kids.
Some of the older kids in town thought they'd have some fun messing with family camped out along the river. So they decided to scare them by making a bunch of noise one night.
There was gunfire. The next day at school a couple of the older kids showed up with some extra shotgun pellets they'd picked up in a hunting accident.
I strongly suspect that same kind of tool grade steel runs in my daughter's veins.
I'm a lucky man to have known such a grandma and have such a daughter.
