Sunday

I slept in today because I didn't want to face the world. My nephew by marriage is on life support.
While sleeping in I dreamt that older sister and I moved into an apartment
I lived in with my ex-husbnad before buying this house.
In the dream I was excited to be back at the apartment but gave no thought to having lived there with my exhusband. I think in the dream I had lived there by myslef.
I remember feeling very happy/excited about showing my sister around the building, and telling her about it's history.....(the building was a mansion built in the 1800's by a guy who made whiskey)............................and in the dream, 2 gay guys who were in a rock band named Piecies, lived upstairs from us, and I knew they'd become our best friends. I was excited about the future.
I woke and felt greatful that my phone hadn't rung through the night.
I knew it meant my nephew was still alive.

Son just left my bedroom. He told me the detectives have a guy in custody. He tells the following story to the police.
Apparently my nephew and his friend were leaving a bar.
A group of maybe 4 guys were outside the bar.
They called my nephew Goldilocks.
He has pretty,curly, blond hair.
Nephew and his friend ignored the guys and continued their
walk to nephews friends truck...............as they made it to the truck 2 of the 4 guys
jumped them...................they left nephews friend in the truck knocked out, and after nephew was knocked to the ground, they kicked him in the face and head multiple times.................nephew and friend laid there unconscious for several hours..........nephews brain was swelling. The breathing center of his brain is damaged,..............the frontal portion of his brain is also damaged..........he has multiple facial fractures, will lose an eye and his lung is damaged.......all because he has curly blond hair......................................................the neurologist has told my family, and my nephews family that most people with nephews injuries die. They've removed two pieces of skull to allow for swelling...........
I keep praying to and begging God to let him live, and to let his brain recover/heal...............................I don't know what else to do.
My heart hurts....it aches in my chest and in my stomach....................... my nephew, Bubba is what we call him, and what we've called him since he was a little guy in diapers........his real name is George Clinton.........he's an electrician.........one of the most polite, respectful, young guys I've ever known. A great person who would never hurt another human.
Maybe we need to teach our children it's okay to hurt another person if they're hurting you first...........not raise them to be so respectful and polite that they don't know when to tell an asshole to go fuck themselves..........or if someone hits you in the head, you hit them in the head, harder.
Maybe turning the other cheek isn't such a great thing to teach.
Where was God while my was nephew was turning the other cheek?