A Little Too Close to Home
On Friday, Baby Bug and I visited our normal neighborhood grocery store to stock up for the coming week. We parked in our normal parking space, stopped at the shave ice place to buy a lollipop, and walked our usual route to the store. Little did we know what was about to happen.
When we came out of the store and tried to walk back the way we came, we were surprised to see that the entire area was blocked off with yellow police tape and law enforcement directing traffic in the other directions. Just a short time before, a stabbing took place in broad daylight.
They’re thinking it was a random attack.
Apparently, the victim had just got her hair cut and was planning to leave the area when she found out her car wouldn’t start. While she waited for someone to pick her up, she went to the shave ice store, bought some lunch, and ate it on a concrete bench that faced the parking lot. The suspect went to the store next door, bought a knife, and came back to stab her multiple times. She later died in the hospital.
I’m not sure what bothers me the most. Is it the idea that you could be sitting on a bench eating lunch one minute and then suddenly find yourself fighting for your life? Is it because it happened so close to my home? Or is it that Baby Bug and I just walked by that exact spot only 30 minutes earlier?
Whatever the reason, I’m just so relieved that my family is home safe and sound. What is this world coming to?
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Owner and founder of An Island Life. Sharing my life as a mother to 3 wonderful daughters, working as a flight attendant, and living a blessed life in Hawaii.