The first bits feel like a bucket of ice dumped on your head.
So it wasn’t all what I thought it was.
As the story continues to unfold, a nagging feeling creeps up the back of your neck.
Maybe they aren’t complete monsters.
The abuse they suffered. The chains and cycles and addictions they are stuck in. The beatings they deal with right now in the midst of striving to get their children back. How they never got a good chance in life.
On Friday a worker for the Department of Children and Families in Vermont was fatally shot. The shooter appears to be a mother who was angry about losing custody of her child. The social worker left behind her own two daughters and husband.
It is a tragedy, happening in a parking lot near the state courthouse. It is also a reality social workers and other family workers face everyday. They often have no idea what they are stepping into when they go to a home to check on a child.
…Just keeping in mind that social workers have a hard job; but a job that is needed and changes many people’s lives for the better.