Family Ties

It seems that there's nothing new on news these days; just the same old stories about violence and wars. The situation in Gaza is getting worse (what a big surprise) and it seems there's not going to be an end for it in a good while now. People were murdered and all hell broke loose like every other day. No matter which way you look at it, news have become rather boring, all in all.



But there was one headline that caught my eye:
"A father stabbed his 3-year-old son"

This scene took place in Finland last Saturday when the 50-year-old father went for a ride with his 3-year-old son after a fight at home. They stopped in the city and the father stopped a driver who happened to be there, and he begged this person to call the police.

The police that got to the spot found the young boy in the car, stabbed badly. He was taken to the hospital and isn't in critical state anymore, but still shocked about what happened. The father was arrested after he confessed stabbing his son.



People can only speculate what went on in the fathers head when he decided to slash that blade at a small child of his own. His own blood, his own family. One must be desperate or in great deal of madness to confess such an act. I admit not to have children of my own, so I can only imagine the bond between parents and their childs. But the trust that a child gives to his parent is familiar to me and I have lived with that my whole life.

How can it not break after such news?

A father stabbed his son. A parent stabbed his offspring and no one truly knows why. This small 3-year-old boy was scarred for life, not only by the blade but the very deeds of his own father. The one man he trusted far above anyone else in the world he was but creating. At the age of 3 he was forced to understand the twisted nature of this thing we call "life". Where there is life, there is death. But for so young, death is still but a concept. But still, in their very mind, they know to fear it when the pain comes. They know what it is deep down inside.

One reason was stated in the news. Alcohol was involved to this incident. The father had been drinking. Now, to our good old friend, alcohol... Majority of the news told in the newspapers return to this taunting liquid too many peope have made friends with. Drunk driving, abuses on the influence of alcohol, even murders after enjoying it. This small liquid that people take to pass the time and make it a good one, turns people stupid. And not only that, I've come to notice. It turns them evil. Monsters. Killers.

The scary part is, nothing can be done for that. People keep on drinking and even doing drugs, no matter if they know the risks. People trust themselves enough to drink and then drive. They think they won't be stupid enough to sit behind the wheel, and when they eventually do that they won't be stupid enough to get into an accient. That's how it goes, no matter how badly people try to deny that.

And no, I don't drink. I believe the reasons are evident.

This is but one example of the many. Home violence keeps tearing this world apart and I find it amazing how people can still build up that trust between family members, reading on the news how these same bonds are broken each day. I call it hope. We want to hope it's not us. We want to hope that our family is different and will remain the trusthworthy supporter it has always been.

Keep hoping and building your trust towards those you love, but do not trust life, my friend. It has a bad habit of attacking you when you're not watching.