Friday, October 16, 2009


I spent the better part of the afternoon yesterday riveted to the television. It seems that many people nationwide, even worldwide, did the same. We were all captivated by the story of a little boy, trapped in a balloon and floating away from home.

It happened not too far from here, and practically every helicopter, reporter and emergency worker was following the balloon, waiting to see how it would all play out. Would he be safe? How long would it take to land? Could the structure withstand the crash? Had he fallen out? How thin is the air up at that altitude? A million questions running through the heads of everyone who was watching, caught up in the fear.

After the balloon landed and was found to be empty, a whole new set of questions began. Searches of fields were conducted. Then came the strange news. He had been found. Apparently, he hid in the family's garage attic the entire time and was never in the balloon at all.

Waking up this morning, there are an entirely different set of questions. Questions about his parents. Questions about their hobbies. Questions about their ability to parent. Questions about whether this was all, as some suspect, a hoax. The father seems one bent on publicity. They've been on a tv reality show. He posted an atrocious video of his boys on youtube. Even the possibility that it was all done on purpose is disturbing. The fact that it's believable that it was is worse. The idea that people would go to those extreme lengths for attention is just sick. And the fact that they would take their kids along for the ride is reprehensible.

I hope that a full investigation into the events of the day is done. And I hope that they are held fully responsible for their actions. Having a six year old myself, I was worried. I'd like a refund.

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