JAKE

I was driving my oldest boy to soccer practice one day several years back,I was on Noland Rd. entering the on ramp heading east when I noticed several police cars sitting on the exit ramp to Noland. As I drove east on I-70 I noticed emergancy vehicles speeding both ways,I exited at 291,and headed north passing the Mr.Goodcents shop on my left I noticed more police.Anyway,I don't quite remember who told me,or how I found out but apparently a lady ran in MrGoodcents and left her son in her SUV with the motor running,well some black guy just out of jail is standing near by and decides to hijack her vehicle,she sees him jump into the suv so she runs out and opens the door to get her young son out,but he's tangled in the seatbelt.Despite her desperate pleas this punk continues to drive off with this boy dragging the ground still caught in the seat belt.This animal drives south down 291,to I-70 and heads west and hte boy is draggin along side.By the time they ran the suv down at the Noland Rd.exit ramp the boy was gone.I didn't know this kid,or his mother,or for that matter ,the piece of s**t that committed this unforgivable crime,but it had such a profound effect on me that I've never forgotten,and I never will.Was his pain worse then his fear?,Did he wonder why no one would help him?Did GOD take him before he suffered?I swear this thing still haunts me after all these years.Maybe I should let it go now.After all,I'm sure he's up there with the best of em . i miss ya JAKE