Deception and protection

There are some things that I love to share when I write and some things that I just keep here for those that care to view when they are not reminded that this little blog exists. This moring is one of those mornings that I choose to simply tuck away my thoughts of the morning. I woke up this morning to the same fat little black cat with the really pink nose that sits on my night stand and grunts until I wake up and fill his food bowl. The sequence of events is always the same. I try to plead with him that we need another hour of sleep and he just sits there and grunts like a baby pig staring at me with those big green eyes that I finally give in to as I make my way out of bed.

Despite how irritated I am with him; I always have to pet his head as he purrs and strokes each side of my legs in the excitement of me going with him to the kitchen. I make my coffee and then I follow him and watch as he starts eating before I even finish filling his bowl. I shake my head at how greedy he is and make my way for that first cup of yummy java. He's usually passed out on the rug for his first nap before I even get settled for the first few minutes of the news. I have to sigh and think what a stinker he is when I look at the clock and am reminded that he has managed once again to start my Saturday morning at 6 am.

The first thing on the news as I sipped my much needed java started my day with a bit of a victory. I sighed as I heard them say it for the second time. "Sandusky GUILTY on 45 counts"! What an awesome reason to start Saturday morning early I had to say outloud to my sleepy cat.

I had been watching this high society predator prance his way into the courtroom every morning as I woke up to get my morning fill of the news. It amazed me how cocky he and his wife were as they walked into the courtroom to face the victims that he seemed to think he had the right to wreck the lives of time and time again. I'd heard the stories of the locker room where he'd been caught sexually abusing an innocent boy only to be overlooked by a coward that didn't have the courage to punch him and contact the authorities. It left me in awe to think that a monster could have this much power and be protected this way. His wife sickened me to my very core as she sat there in the body of a loving grandmother and spat yet more harmless words about these recovering victims and how needy they were of her husband.

Maybe it was because I could feel the deep pain of each of those victims and wanted so much for them to receive the justice that they deserved or maybe it was just because I wasn't sure if this prestigious man would have to pay for any of his despicable acts in this unjustice modern world that we all now live in...or maybe because I could see myself there as well, sitting with those victims as I recalled fearing a monster much the same way in my childhood. I needed them to put him away for me too.

I smiled as they painted the picture of this sad victory. "Roaring cheers and screams of joy sweeping through the courthouse door, up the stairs and into the second floor courtroom".......The painting became even more of a masterpiece as they explained the fading picture of his wife...." "startled by the noise of the cheers, she snapped her head upwards but sank low in her seat as she realized that the cheers were in celebration of her husband's demise".....the hands of the jury delivered the perfect stroke of justice on this piece. They handcuffed him and the crowd roared as this once powerful, unstoppable predator was escorted out the same doors that past criminals were taken to be hanged.

Every now and then things happen exactly as they should. My prayers remain for those that still have to recover and move past the terrors of this terrible monster. May time and justice bring them healing though they will never fully recover. May we embrace them all for their courage and may we show the same courage by protecting the youth that surround us.