Since we were double booked for this morning, I sent a substitute to work his funeral. And I opted to cover one in another town.
|After just 45 minute of snowing....|
I don't know how much of Detroit news gets out there in the real world, but we recently had a young man shot to death for the $95 that he was going to pay someone for one of those new android phones. The deal was made through Craigs List and the sellers never intended on selling anything. This poor young man met up with these guys with cash in hand and was robbed and shot on the street. This is the man that I buried today. It was very hard for his family to let go as he was only nineteen years old. His parents were a half hour late for the service because they just couldn't cope with the loss of their son. At the end of the service, when we were on our way up to the front of the church to wheel the casket out, the young man's brother jumped up on the alter and said to everyone, we will now open the casket and have everyone pass by and pay their last respects. (We already did that before the service) So we did as he requested. When everyone had their second chance to say goodbye, we closed the casket once again and proceeded to the cemetery. With the newly fallen foot of snow and a graveside committal with over two dozen cars in the procession, it was quite cold, windy, snowy and downright messy. But we got the job done.
I want to add that the two men that killed him have been arrested. It seems that the same technology that they used to set up the robbery is what got them caught. For future would-be Internet robbers, everything is traceable.
This all leads me ask the question, "Why are these kids so trusting on the Internet?" People in general are genuinely nice. But there is that small percentage that will beat you, rob you and even kill you without flinching. Trust is something that must be earned. It's when we forget this, that someone gets hurt.
As for the snow issue, the plow trucks have been busy and are doing a great job. We can almost see pavement again. But I will wait for tomarrow to venture out anymore. This time for a funeral of a long time family friend.