Some people I have recently met act like they are going to get out of this life alive, and that this might be the best thing they have going, here on earth....They make me sad...thinking this is as good as it gets....I REMEMBER
In 1980 on a warm June morning every Church in my little town was filled as it is today. Women had put on the pot roasts, and hams, and their houses had a wonderful smell of the Sunday Dinner awaiting them when they got home from Church....
Kids were so excited because School was out for the summer.
Most were playing baseball, and that filled most evenings for parents, and grandparents.
It had rained that morning.....My fam and I attended a little country Church a few miles from town......when we got home our phone was ringing......Seems
A Lone Gunman entered our downtown Baptist
Church, and begin shooting. Before he was thru 5 people were dead, and many injured. He was a math teacher at our high school who we later learned had an basement full of ammonition and supples to last for months. His wife was tied up, and his children were spending the night with friends. He supposedly was molesting his daughter, and she had confided in her friend, our Methodist Ministers son, and some thought He had really meant to shoot up the Methodist Church, a block over........ Who knows?
That afternoon, helecopters were everywhere, and peoples lives in our little small town were never the same.
The plant had just laid off 6,000 people a year before, and now this.....We just thot something bad had happened.....
Families and Friends and strangers and media came together....
Three days later, we attended three funerals, in one day. Two the next.
Two hugh wonderful God Fearing men from our community had finially bear hugged the Killer, and he had shot them point blank. Alittle 9 year old girl was killed, a grandmother, and a middle aged gentlemen were also murdered in Gods House...........
The Killer hung himself months later in our jail with his socks, so they say. He was awaiting his trial. It was noted he was saved, and confessed his sins while in jail...Several people witnessed to him from our little town.....
His wife got a teaching job in a small town about 45 miles from here. I never knew what became of his children...
The Methodist Ministers son was killed several years later in Houston, by someone they never caught...
At our Baseball Field the five fields were named after the five people slain on that June morning.....
No one ever dreamed what would take place on that June Sunday morning......Years afterwards, children would become hysterical when it would thunder, thinking of the gun shots ringing out thru the Church that day. Many people begin counceling for their children as well as themselves....Some just learned to live with it...Others moved, and started their lives over....
But none of us will ever forget......
