Really?

Part I

A quote from the CNN.com: “After scouring northern Colorado by foot and air, frantically chasing a Mylar balloon for miles and repeatedly interviewing his big brother, authorities ended the search for 6-year-old Falcon Heene where it began -- at his house.”

Really?

Another CNN quote: “Authorities said they believe the case was genuine.”

I hate to repeat myself, but I mean, really?

This is either a miracle, or the most blatant publicity grab of the year. I’ve raised six-year olds, and there were times when I wasn’t sure where they were. By that I mean I wasn’t sure if they were in their bedroom or downstairs watching TV. Not that I wasn’t sure if they were in their bedroom or floating in a helium balloon 10,000 feet in the air. Give me a break.

By the same token, if I call for my kid and she doesn’t answer, I check the house, all the house. That’s my first move, not calling the local sheriff. If my child has access to the attic, I check the attic, if the child doesn’t have access to the attic, he wouldn’t have been up there. Heck, I can barely pull down the attic stairs on my own. No way a six-year old is doing it, and no way he pulled the stairs up after himself. And, hey, if there is permanent access to the attic why didn’t someone check? And what was Falcon doing?

"I played with my toys and took a nap,"

I know this is getting really old, but really?”

I saw the turmoil outside the Heene’s house on CNN. No kid is sleeping through that. On Larry King Live, when asked why he did it, Falcon said, “You guys said we did this for the show." And then the real tap-dancing began.

I just don’t buy it. Parents that are willing to put their family through the ordeal of the “Wife Swap” reality show, might just be willing to stage a huge publicity stunt that could lead to a book deal, a gig on a TV station (the father, Richard was a meteorologist who had gigged as a TV weatherman), or whatever.

Further investigation? No way. The incident has wasted enough taxpayer money. Do something that will really impact Richard and Mayumi. Turn off the cameras.


Part II


I pray. Morning and night, literally. When I wake up and before I go to bed. I’m not bragging or complaining, nor do I want a medal, or even a chest to pin it on. I’m just setting the stage. I rarely pray for concrete things. I don’t ask for more money, less fat, or a big Virginia Tech win. Last night was different. I prayed that Falcon would be okay. I’m sure millions of others prayed the same words, many in a more timely fashion.

You see, I spent last night at my daughter’s volleyball match. I didn’t know Falcon was alive till this morning.

Like I said, it’s either the most blatant publicity stunt of the year ...or a miracle.

See you tomorrow.






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