After a hard day at work, working in the areas designated by the scottish executive as those suffering from severe economic deprivation, I returned to the leafy Ayrshire town in which I live. I was knackered as per usual and looking forward to hugging my children and putting my feet up with a nice cup of coffee while waiting for dinner to cook and then my day was shattered. While I was out working with those labelled societies victims I discovered my twin boys had been attacked by a gang of 9 teenagers who were attempting to steal their trainers. One of the twins got away and raised the alarm, my parents arrived on the scene to witness my other son on the ground being kicked in the ribs and the face, with one youth delivering a punch to his face before he ran off. So now my sons are starting their first day at the Academy tomorrow with bruised faces and bruised ribs, one black eye and one split lip and a lump on the others head.
I work to try to help people such as these thugs, help their parents and them in anyway possible - and while I am doing that - simillar people are away beating up my children? How in good conscience will I be able to work with these individuals should then need me, its my job to help them but I will be thinking ... which child did you assault on your way here, whose baby did you sell drugs to, who are you going to mug tonight? When did you last turn your grannies house over? etc etc. And all the time I will be wanting retribution for those victims of the crimes when these 'poor victims of society' are confessing theirs to me!













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15/08/06 @ 19:25