Turns out the “grandfather” that got beat up was not a victim of a random act of violence and the perpatrators were all adults. Does that make it any better? Does the fact that it was in retaliation for a drug deal gone bad change things? So he wasn’t attacked by a bunch of random teenagers who thought that they would get their jollies by beating up some silver haired man (turns out he’s not so silver haired either). He is a man who got messed up in organized crime and got the snot kicked out of him. Some might say “you mess with the bull, you get the horns.” I must admit I felt a little relieved to know that it was a result of his own actions (whatever they were), but then I realized that there is still an element that is present that shouldn’t be there. I may not be the one getting beaten up but I sure don’t want to live where one is getting beaten up even if they “had it comming.” I don’t sleep any better at night knowing that I or someone I love won’t be randomly selected for a thrashing, because I still here the screaming. Or maybe its the fact that I ate all that crap and am now suffering from indigestion.
Just so you know Miss New Teacher didn’t leave the school. She is now one of the resource room teachers and will be occasionally helping the Kindergarteners with their literacy program.