The Story of Unimaginable Horrors…

It’s story time once again folks, gather around. Tonight’s story is a dark tale of desolation and unimaginable horrors.

The dark portion refers mainly to the fact that we’re in Western Washington and it was–and is, in perpetuum (in the Greek language’s equivalent of the perfect present tense). Granted, it was morning, but it was still dark-ish, which in the literary sense is close enough.

With Sam in Korean class from 9 until noon, I decided to treat the other kiddos to hot chocolate at the nearby coffee shop.

We came back.

Now, while in some minds this might constitute a story in and of itself, we are not of that mindset. Plus we haven’t covered the unimaginable horrors…though by reading that, you are already imagining it.  You just created a paradox of sorts, so there’s that.

But that’s not quite horrific enough. I mean, seriously, we’re desensitized Americans.

As we were walking back into the house, one of the kids asked what happened to my foot.

I looked around, since I hadn’t noticed anything. Initially didn’t see anything, so out of morbid curiosity, continued to look.

And that’s when I saw the blood.

I didn’t react, fearing it would frighten the delicate children…they are homeschooled, so they aren’t nearly as desensitized as those properly-socialized kids. No, I remained strong. And stoic. Quite stoic, actually. A Herculean effort, but I maintained my composure.

But to increase awareness, I feel very strongly that I must share this tragedy with you, my people.

Brace yourself, for below is a picture of what I found.

Do not weep for me, for I survived.

It’s story time once again folks, gather around. Tonight’s story is a dark tale of desolation and unimaginable horrors. The dark portion refers mainly to the fact that we’re in Western Washington and it was–and is, in perpetuum (in the Greek language’s equivalent of the perfect present tense). Granted, it was morning, but it was still dark-ish, which in…