Our Point of View
Save Yourself
By Mark A. Jicha - Thanksgiving 2004
The problem owning a company that publishes a humor magazine on
a monthly basis is that the publication, like the The Show, must
go on.
But sadly, life is not a show; and when you least expect it life
reminds you, sometimes in spectacularly unexpected and savage ways,
that it creates its own deadlines & content.
Two weeks ago on a sunny southern California morning my sister rounded
a corner in her well-turned suburban Long Beach backyard and walked
into an intruder trying to pry his way into the back door with a
large knife. He easily overpowered her arthritic body and stabbed
her twice in the throat, severing an artery that fountained blood
for about a minute and she was gone.
True.
Death rarely comes with a face we expect and at the end of the day,
we all visit nothingness alone. Almost every death brings some measure
of tragedy and terror, and most come suddenly on the highway or silently
in a quiet bed. There is no way to prepare for murder in your life,
nor the nasty ironies that hover like cunning tricksters waiting
to ambush any sense of sanity our family tries to reclaim.
Here's the first unlikely twist: Her next-door neighbor saw a suspicious
person about 11 am and the police responded; in fact, they met her
at her front door and asked permission to search the back yard. Lynn
Marie had been home all morning and was certain there was no intruder,
but instead of letting the police into the house, she pulled the
front glass door shut (and locked) and walked thru the house, out
the sliding doors out the back and all but into the intruder's arms.
Police estimate she lived a minute or less after the attack.
Number two.
The murderer grabbed a sack of cheap jewelry, ran out of the house
and vaulted the back fence, into the waiting arms of another police
unit. Those cops arrested him on the spot - literally red-handed,
soaked in my sister's blood - and had him in cuffs less than 2 minutes
after they had arrived. Nicholas Harvey, 22, of Port Hueneme CA in
Ventura County confessed twice before the arraignment three days
later, and only then inherited a public defender. No criminal record.
No drug history. No known ties to the area, the neighbors or my sister's
home.
Lynn and her husband had shared their share of problems, but they
created the most beautiful 14-year--old boy ever built. Charlie is
a true joy in life and a boy holding up under an incredible emotional
load. Having suffered thru the sudden (heart attack) death of my
dad at age 18, I simply can't fathom the forces that must be tearing
his heart and soul, but I’ll be there for him until the day
I die.
As soon as I could collect my wits and shift focus, I jumped the
next flight to LAX and met my brother the next day in LA where media
frenzy was in full tilt. Dish-equipped news vans parked in every
inconvenient location possible, and reporters called about every
20 minutes. One tried to hurdle the fence into the back yard for "exclusive
footage" but the police provided a rude reception.
Having once called myself a newsman, I couldn't help but be just
a little ashamed of the craft. I approached one " roving reporter" from
the CBS affiliate and asked if he realized how much he resembled
a vulture. When he appeared again the next day, I asked if was employing
the "Nazi defense;" you know, " just following orders."
Representatives from the TODAY Show called a couple of times, but
we all know, even a sensational suburban murder fills the airwaves
for only so long. The story fell off the radar screen as we were
trying to hold each other together and understand the depth of our
loss.
Our family is still trying to figure out where we go from here.
We're gonna pull together and keep it together as best we can. It's
hard approaching the holidays with a "get tough or die" philosophy,
but by God, we'll start hammering the hot alloys we must forge into
new bonds - smaller and more finely-tempered - and harder yet for
times to come.
There's only one lesson here worth learning - no life here on Earth
will last forever and you'd better cherish your loved ones before
they die. |