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Because the item has slipped into the archives, I'm going to post on the jump here a comment recently added by "Broken Mother" to the thread about the Little Rock police's fatal shooting of a man fleeing an alleged theft of a laptop computer from a car officers had been monitoring because of a rash of car thefts. Police fired on the car after the driver, Lance Stucker, allegedly tried to drive over surrounding officers.

NOTE: Comments are coming in on the original thread and they are illuminating.

COMMENT POSTED UNDER THE NAME 'BROKEN MOTHER'

I have so many things I would like to say, and I guess the hardest part is knowing how to start this blog entry.


For starters, those of you that feel it necessary to post to these blogs, has it ever occured to you that the people you make comments about have family too?


As for DonKeyhotay, how could you possibly know how Lance's funeral will go? What do you know about Lance as a person?


Well let me assure you Mister Don Keyhotay, people will stand in line to bid farewell to Lance. I will be one of them.


For all your wise comments, let me tell you some things about Lance. He had sparkling blue eyes, he loved animals, he smiled all the time, he had a tender touch. He had a dog named Chopper, he played basketball. He loved his Grandma. Like every other little boy, his pocket was always filled with worms and frogs.


I remember tiny nasty hands covering my cheeks, smiling blue eyes, as he said, "Mom, I love you, but I have worm poop on my hands." I remember the cactus garden he made for me and the trip to the emergency room to remove the spines, and a shot for the allergy. I remember his tenderness, his caring attitude toward other children. I remember when he "dry cleaned" his levis. Filling my new dryer with Tide and some dirty jeans. I remember him sticking his hands inside the tube of an industrial roll of wax paper, proclaiming to his brothers and sisters that he was "going to join the circus, one day." The roll had to be sawed off. I remember jumping off the bench and running the length of the basketball court, yelling "wrong way, wrong way!", as Lance scored a point in basketball for the other team.


I remember the way Lance looked and the clothes he wore the day his Dad beat him up.


I can remember the way it felt to have my whole world tumble down around me, I couldn't protect Lance anymore. He knew a "secret" about his Dad. A secret that ultimately got him beat. One that saved the rest of our family.


Lance put his life, his family, everything he knew and loved on the line for his little sister. He saved her by opening his mouth and being brave enough to say what was happening when the rest of the children in the household were too scared.


So with this said, I would say to you DonKeyhotay, before you spout your all knowing mouth off, perhaps it is good to know the subject about which you so freely comment.


So yes, I will stand in line to pay respects to Lance. Don't for a minute think I wont be thinking about what he gave of his life.


He will be with us for the last time on this earth in a small town where he was happy. As his family, we must live with this, and we can only survive by remembering the good times.


Please consider your careless words, step away from that keyboard that is easy to hide behind when your being so opinionated. Step back into "real life", hug your own children. Waste not your time criticizing, and give a thought to those of us that are left behind.


Perhaps, then in my heart, I could consider you a "model citizen".


In loving memory of a blue eyed smiling child that had the courage and strength that most men lack.


I love you Lance Eric Stucker, you will ALWAYS be such a BIG part of my heart.


Momma Michelle

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