Friend on Most Wanted List

Friend on Most Wanted List
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Derdlecar

I suppose now is just as good a time to say this as any. I just was looking at a picture of one of my best childhood friends. He is on the FBI most wanted list for sexual assault on a minor. There is a whole list of charges, makes me sick to read it. Wayne was victimized by one of the same abusers who got to me and my brother.

What emotions do I feel?

Sorrow: I am sorry that I abandoned a friend when I knew what the abuser was doing to him. I know that at the time I couldnt even help myself so there was no way could I expect me to help somebody else. But I am still sorry.

Anger: Wayne, how could you do such a stupid thing? You know how bad it hurts how could you do it to another child? (I could really use some bad words here but wont)

Hatred: Wayne, I hate you for what you did to that little girl and who knows how many other kids. (could use bad words here too)

Thankfulness: I am thankful that my life did not go in that direction. It could have, I thank God that it did not. I am also thankful that the TV show, Americas Most Wanted has gotten involved. And that He was featured on Oprah this week.

Hope: I hope that he lands behind bars where he belongs.

If you want to see his mug shot, PM me and I will send you a link to the FBI page where it is.

And yes, I am crying on the inside, this hurts like hell.

Love ya

Darrel
 
Darrel,

I'm glad you posted about this. But there is no way you are at fault for not standing by Wayne when you were a boy. You were already hard-pressed just to survive; you did not have resources for anyone else. And even if you had, would these have made any difference? You were a kid, remember.

Wayne is a survivor, yes, but he has made a whole array of bad choices that have caused untold pain for other people, including children. He alone is responsible. Just as you made a whole series of right turns in the road, he made a whole series of wrong ones, including many that he knew at the time were wrong.

Much love,
Larry
 
Darrel

I've been remembering stuff about what happened to me. There was a boy, Mark, who (1) got me to go to the room of the guy that raped me (in his place), (2) begged me afterwards not to tell, (3) invited me to play at his house so we could agree that "nothing happened". That was all bad luck for me. But I remember Mark being so terrified that it doesn't make any sense to me even to wish that he'd done something different. He was reacting in terror, and trying to make things OK, not acting. I wouldn't even want him to feel sorrow.
Tom
 
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