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Wow. I hadn't heard this story. I don't know what I would've done in that scenario. Maybe no one knows until you're there. :( Terrible tragedy. I've been upset for days.
How horrendous. That gives me shivers just thinking about it. To this day, I cannot watch the movie "Sophie's Choice." Just the thought makes me bawl.
Thank God this story had a happy ending!
Catt
http://cativa.blogspot.com
Vanessa: That doesn't necessarily have such a happy ending if you look at it like this. That little boy has to live the rest of his life knowing that his mom let HIM go, and saved his brother. That is horribly sad...and to think that I get sick in the stomach when I have to take my daughter back to her dads early! Wow...I don't think I could live with myself if I ever was faced with that situation. I think I would save both of them and drown myself. At least they would both live.
I have actually thought about things like this in my more morbid moments. I don't know what I would do. And it kills me everytime I hear of a parent that is forced to make a choice.
It's at times like this that I am overwhelmed by the fact that I have three children that are so young and spaced so closely together.
wow, i wouldn't have known what to do! i mean im glad that everyone was reunited, but i agree with the person above, it makes me wonder will that 4 year old ever be truly happy knowing that his mother let him go and not his brother? I don't know all the details about what happend to this lucky family, but in my opinion, if the boy was 4 years old, don't you think his mother could have told him to hold on tight to her clothing, while she held the 2 year old and on to something.
I can imagine how horrible she must have felt. However, of the many times I read of situations like this, it's always the youngest child the situation plays a favour to.
Nyx
http://anti-thetic.blogspot.com
OMIGOSH! That is so sad! I am so happy that story has a happy ending. I could NOT imagine being in that position. That poor woman.
I just hope this physical life is a passing dream. Candles in the wind, dust in the wind with lives shorter than yesterday. I hope I wake up gracefully.
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