Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Horrified.

That's the only word I can use to describe how I felt at about 7:30 tonight. I won't be able to describe it properly enough for you to understand the feeling I had at that moment, but I will try my best.

I went to the local Metro to pick up a few groceries and on my way out to my car, I heard some commotion...an Aisian man was yelling at his son, who was in his arms, and the little boy was crying. The man, who I assume was the father put the little boy, about 3 years old, in the front seat of his BMW SUV and smacked him...not sure what body part was hit, but he smacked him hard.

At this point, I watched, stunned. The man walked around to the driver's side of the car and got in. What I saw next made me physically sick. The man, with closed fist, PUMMELLED the little boy...ten or more times. When I say "pummelled", I mean closed fist, UFC fighting style punching. At that moment, I truly had an out of body experience and something, mother's instinct maybe? kicked in. I was about 5 parking spots away from his car. Before my brain could comprehend what my legs were doing, I was at his car, opening his passenger door, where that poor little man sat in the front seat, hyperventilating, tears streaming down his little face, looking terrified. I screamed at the guy to stop and that what he was doing was child abuse. I told him I would call the police and that this was wrong. He yelled something in Chinese to his boy and came to the passenger side. He unbuckled the little boy's seat belt, all the while gritting his teeth and spewing something in Chinese to the boy. He held the boy tightly and angrily as he circled around to the driver's side, where he put the boy in the backseat (in his carseat) and buckled his harness. All the while, the man was spitting words in Chinese.

He never spoke a word of English and looked at me once during the minute or two ordeal. I swear, he thought the reason I confronted him was because he put the boy in the front seat with no carseat. As he was putting the child into his carseat, I was calling 911. I was hysterical, thinking of this poor child who would surely receive the beating of a lifetime once he got home because I had called the father out on his horrendous act. I was, luckily, able to give the 911 operator his licence plate and was able to function enough (barely) to explain the situation. God bless her, she was SO calm. I was crying and honestly thought I was going to throw up. She assured me that she would have the police out immediately and asked if she could call me later if necessary. Of course, I agreed and gave her my home phone number.

After about five minutes of sobbing in my car, I finally gained enough composure to take the short (1 km) drive home. Because I had watched him, I saw that he had actually turned INTO my subdivision as opposed to taking the main road out, so I decided to try and see if any of the side streets held his SUV. There must be a hundred streets in this damned subdivision, so it was like finding a needle in a haystack. I prayed that someone, Joanne, Dad, SOMEONE would lead me in the right direction, but after about ten minutes, I realized it was a losing battle.

As I walked in the front door with my groceries, eyes still swollen from crying, my home phone was ringing..."Private Name, Private Number" read my call display...I knew it was the 911 operator before I even answered. She asked me how far I lived from Metro. I told her "2 minutes". She asked if I minded going back to Metro because there were police officers there that wanted me to make a statement. I agreed wholeheartedly and asked if they had found him yet. She told me the SUV was registered to a business, but they were doing all they could to find him as quickly as possible.

I gave a quick excuse to MIL and headed back out to Metro. I met two officers there, who asked me what seemed like a BAZILLION questions and then asked me to sit in the squad car to give a recorded statement. It was scary to sit in a police car, but the one officer was so kind...he let me sit in the front seat while he waited outside, I think, just so I wouldn't feel like a criminal.

I told the officer all I could remember, as he tape recorded my statement and then they told me I may be called if it was necessary to go to Court. Just as I was about to get into my van to come home, they told me they had the guy and the boy. He lived in the subdivision and that they were taking care of it. They also told me that at first check, there were no marks on the boy...praise the Lord. I'm not sure whether this guy was hitting the seat or the boy, but believe me when I say he was in a fit of rage and his fists were connecting with SOMETHING.

On the way home, I saw the 3 police cars. I saw where this poor excuse for a human being lives. I felt physically sick again, knowing he lives in my subdivision.
To think that even if he hit the seat the way he did, that little boy must have been TERRIFIED...of his own father. OMGosh I feel sick just typing it out again.

The only reason I will rest tonight is because I know the police got him. If, by chance, there was no physical abuse, the mental abuse suffered by a three year old boy whose father punched TEN times in a fit of rage, mere inches from his face, is enough for me.

The thing that makes me most sick is that the officers told me tonight that I was the minority. They told me that these incidents happen ALL the time, but very few people come forward...out of fear, out of the inconvenience of having to go to Court. That makes me SICK. My brain didn't even tell me what to do tonight...I just DID it. To think that there is ONE person in this world who would have witnessed what I did and not step forward is vile. Absolutely vile.

I hope that justice is served on that man. I hope that the sweet little angel whose eyes begged me for help tonight is sleeping peacefully, safely. I hope that ONE of you reading this tonight will step up and do the right thing, even if it's scary. SOMEONE has to protect the innocent.

If I hear anything from the police, I'll update you. In the meantime, please pray for that little sweet man. I can't imagine his fear. Pin It

5 comments:

mapsgirl said...

You are that little boy's angel. I hope that justice is done and that little boy is saved from more wrong-doing :(

Karen said...

Well done Dawn, you may well have saved that little boys life.
Let's hope that justice is served and that animal gets what's coming to him.
Not only have you saved a little boy, but perhaps his wife too, if he is that violent with his child, it stands to reason that he is the same with his wife. Perhaps they have other kids too.
You can sleep well Dawn, you did an outstanding job, you were his guardian angel. xo Love you.

HeatherH said...

oh Dawn, you are an angel...I can't even say more as my heart breaks for the lil boy and you. I love you hun and thank you!

Annie said...

O M G! Dawn that is just awful that you had to witness that. But I agree that you are that little boys angel. It takes a lot of courage to approach someone that is beating their child and tell them to stop. I am proud of you lady. I just want to hop a flight and come up there to give you a huge hug. Please keep us posted if you hear anything else.

~Holly said...

Wow, I am so proud of you for getting involved. That poor child, what a horrible life he's been born into. I can't imagine the pain and fear he lives with on a daily basis. Maybe this will shake dad up enough to make a difference. Well done, sweetie, and huge hugs too.

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