The master bedroom was on the ground floor, and Dylan’s room was upstairs, so we often sat on the stairs between them to talk. Later in the day, the two of us sat together on the stairs. I was still mad myself, and didn’t want to talk to Dylan until I could be calm. He was so angry that he didn’t seem to accept or acknowledge the wrongness of what he had done. Afterward, Tom told me Dylan had been very, very angry-at the situation, the cops, his school, the unfairness of life. When Dylan got up, they took a long walk. Exhausted as I was, the sun was up before I was able to close my eyes and sleep. There would be consequences, we told Dylan, but we would talk about them after we got some rest. Tom and I needed to discuss how we wanted to respond. We arrived, emotionally and physically exhausted, around four o’clock in the morning. Our drive home was silent, as all three of us contended with our various emotions: fury, humiliation, fear, and bewilderment.
The boys to avoid criminal charges and placement in a detention facility. The program would provide supervised counseling and community service, and allow Finally, the officer who arrested them recommended they be considered for a Diversion program, an alternative to jail for first-time juvenile offenders accused of minor crimes. We waited hours to learn whether our children would be sent to a detention facility or allowed to return home.
I practically threw up when I saw Dylan paraded past me in handcuffs. Then a deputy followed the boys through the substation office door. We waited for what felt like an eternity. He told us Dylan should “spill it,” tell the complete truth. Neither of us had ever been arrested, so we called one of our neighbors, a lawyer, for advice. This was the kind of trouble that might seriously impact his future. I could not believe that our Dylan, who had never done anything really wrong in his life, could do something so terrible. My mouth hung open when I heard how serious the charges were. The offenses included First Degree Criminal Trespass and Theft, both of which were felonies, and Criminal Mischief, a misdemeanor. Tom and I drove to the local sheriff’s auxiliary office the Harrises were already there. Dylan and Eric had been arrested for criminal trespass. Both sets of parents promised to get in touch immediately if we heard from the kids.
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I thanked Zack’s dad for the update and immediately called the Harrises, who were as concerned as we were not to know where the boys were. Dylan wasn’t with Zack he’d left the church with Eric. It was all very confusing, but Zack’s parents wanted us to know the plan had changed. He’d gotten hurt, possibly after stepping out of a moving car, and wasn’t making much sense. Zack had quarreled with his girlfriend and left the event with her. Tom and I were listening to music together in the living room when the phone rang around 8:30 p.m. On January 30, a few days after Dylan scratched the locker at school, he and Eric were arrested for breaking into a parked van and stealing electronic equipment.ĭylan had agreed to go with Zack to an activity at his church that night, and the two of them planned to come back to our house for a sleepover afterward. The next incident during Dylan’s junior year was the most catastrophic of all. It was the beginning of his downward spirals decent as a troubled juvenile on a crash course with an infamous destiny set to self destruct. The event wounded and mortified him deeply.įrom that day forward, he would embark on the beginning of his end as he slowly eroded inside himself in silence. Before, he could do no wrong.but now? He felt his life a fuck up and with one major slip up, this was now a nail on the coffin to confirm it. The disappointment in his parents eye’s reflecting back at himself upon his arrest at the police station. It was the day that a bright, clean cut boy with so much future potential had made the wrong choice and had in effect, fallen from grace. All it takes is one day, one choice, one event that can alter destiny forever like the abrupt switch of a train on a different set of tracks. Janu~ 19 years ago on this night ~ January 30, 2017ĭylan was having a okay, ordinary day at school – even doing an Interview for the Rebel News Network in the afternoon ( interview clip) – but by 8 pm that evening, his life had changed for ever.
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