The media keeps us...
By Barbara Morris
All too often these days, we hear of children in trouble. Some of the so-called fairy-tales of old tried to warn children and parents alike
that there were, and will probably always be, evil afoot including
The media keeps us abreast of the increased
activities of these people whose minds have been introduced to and
taken over by evil. They may be murderers, kidnappers, pedophiles, drug
or other crime teachers, or those guilty of neglect.
They are not
worthy, in my opinion, to be near any child.
A few years ago, when crime in our area was more intense, my Civilian Patrol partner and I were driving on Linden
Boulevard. It was somewhere around midnight. As we approached one of the all-night laundries we noticed a
very small child, not yet 2 years old, sitting on the curb with
his feet in the street. I got out of the car, spoke to the child,
took him by the hand and he toddled with me into the laundry. Does this little boy belong to anyone in here? I asked.
One woman, who was sitting toward the back, in front of an active,
sudsy machine, looked our way and said, Hes mine. She was very cool
about it, which made me very angry. My response was sharp, What is the
matter with you, leaving this little fellow by himself so he could go out
of here onto the street? Terrible things could have happened to him.
By then, with the eyes of everyone on her, she responded in like manner
There is nothing wrong with me. You should learn to mind your
own business. I was right here all along. Nothing would have happened
to him. There are a lot of people in here. Someone would have seen
anyone trying to harm him and told me.
As I looked for some reaction on the faces of the others there, one lady
rolled her eyes and shook her head, but most of the others turned their
heads back to their business.
As I was trying to decide what our next step should be, the little fellow had gone over to the person claiming him and threw his tiny arms around her legs. I left the store and told my partner what had happened. The police had been very
busy that night, and we hoped that after I left someone else
might have said a few more constructive words to her. I was counting on
the woman who shook her head, at least. We decided to move on.
I recalled that incident recently when I discovered a very young lady
standing at curbside on Merrick Boulevard and 223rd Street, watching the
heavy traffic speed by. Since there is no traffic signal there, I
asked if she was waiting for someone or was trying to cross the street.
She said someone who had taken her there had become angry about something,
started cursing and told her to go home by herself.
I asked her if she
wanted me to help her cross the street. She said, Yes. Once on
the other side, I asked her if she wanted me to walk her home. Again,
the answer was Yes.
Because it was already past our regular lunch hour, I had stopped at
Burger King on Springfield Boulevard and bought a couple of chicken sand
wiches and nice, cold chocolate shakes for my sister and me I wondered
how they would weather the long walk to her house, which
was in the opposite direction from ours.
We must have walked a mile, talking about school, animals and my volunteer
work with the police.
I, of course, had told her my name, and she had told
me hers. As I was looking at her, talking, all of a sudden she said, Wait
did you hear that? A police officer hollered, Hi, Barbara, as the car
went by. I was sorry I hadnt heard that because I always like to greet
my NYPD friends, but I was grateful to that officer for calling out because
that put a great big grin on my little friends face.
We walked further still, well off my usual route, and she stopped suddenly. Whats the matter? I asked her.
She hesitantly answered, Im
almost home now. My house is only about a block away. Please dont
go with me any further. My mother will be very, very mad at me because Im not supposed to talk to strangers.
She agreed to tell her mother about how she had been left alone. I watched until she waved and turned into the path of her home. She is a sweet little girl, too young and too sweet to be left alone in an unpredictable world.
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