A 60 year old Bengali woman was stabbed while walking home with her husband and it makes me so sad. Her last words were ‘somebody killed me.’ This story affects me and makes me feel so sad, because it hits so close to home. It’s something out of my nightmares. It could’ve been me or anyone I know…walking home from our store with my husband, and being a block away from my home only to be stabbed. My last moments on Earth spent so horribly, and no one seeing the stabbing, dying thinking that no one may even know who killed me. This murder and the death of a 8-year-old school boy who was run over by a truck 3 years ago really kind of mess me up. With the school boy, he was walking with his 11-year-old sister, carrying a Christmas gift for his teacher as it was the last day before vacation. The last day before Christmas break is so exciting, I can only imagine how the 8-year-old boy was looking forward to time off, probably prepared a gift for his teacher and I just feel horrible for his older sister who saw him die. I don’t know what I would do if I was in her position. Just imagining it breaks my heart.
What hurts a little more is the fact that both families are immigrant families from Bangladesh, who came to America for a better life. I feel incredibly sad.