how many have seen a murder and/or murder scene right after the murder

I saw my boyfriend being shot in South Africa.

how awful...

However, I have been through helping the family of a murder victim and the horrors of what happens to people when loved ones are ripped out of their lives. I have helped them deal with this, deal with the foolish decisions they made when recovering from the madness of dealing with this type of loss and have helped, in small ways, when people needed to put their lives back together, even when they no longer had all the pieces and the ones they had no longer fit together.

Violence and murder don't just take one life. They forever alter the lives of everyone who was associated with the victim. Life is never the same. Some people can handle this. Some cannot. The ripples go on and on and on and on.

It quite literally breaks your heart.

Otherwise, no.

Kind of why I put "right after" because most everyone has seen places where murders occurs, I often drive through Dealey Plaza several times a week.

I've never understood how people can be "entertained" by graphic violence--even if it's fake. It hurts my spirit to see it.

from my house...well, one guy had a knife and the other a gun. About 5 or 6 shots were fired and I actually grabbed my video camera and filmed a Trans AM tear out the driveway and run the stop sign. He pulled directly out onto the 4 lane and was weaving badly. Found out later that the guy driving was fatally wounded, but he made it the 3 blocks to the hospital. It took place about 2AM and involved some type of argument. The voices woke me up first, then the gun shots.

My Mom was taking me on the bus (NYC) to see Santa at Macy's. We had stopped to pick up people and a man getting on the bus pulled out a gun and shot the bus driver and passenger behind him. My Mom threw me on the floor and got on top of me. Don't remember too much else other than when we were able to leave there was a lot of blood all over.

December 1954.

You poor thing!

And I will never, never understand why people want to watch TV violence for "entertainment".

but even more powerfully smelled a village that has been massacred. You don't want to do that too often.

I don't know what to say to that, but I couldn't not say something.... :hug:

We rode over on our bikes to see what was going on. Body was removed but pools of blood were still there.

The husband drove to Ohio and committed suicide.

by which the Mafia rubbed out a drug dealer. They sounded like loud firecrackers. It was night and very dark so I didn't actually see it - thank heavens. I was 19.

August 1972.

We were in downtown Phoenix sitting in the car in the late 60's or early 70's. My Dad had gone into a store for something and it was just me, my mom and my brother.
It was dark and this guy walked up behind another guy and blew his head off.
He walked away like nothing had happened.
My parents got us out of there quickly and I remember my Dad saying that it was a mafia hit. Apparently there was a lot of that in Phoenix in those days because the mafia was trying to infiltrate the city.

On deployment in Haiti, we were pretty much the ones keeping the "peace". But those first few weeks there were quite a few killings. Supporters of Aristiede(sp?) taking out supporters of that General we managed to make step down. So yeah, would hear gun fire most of the time and arrive on scene afterwards. Managed to chase after one guy that came running out of a house (couldn't shoot at him since he didn't fire first, just shout for him to stop while taking chase on foot), fooker got away though.

It happened in the field behind my middle school, in Flint, MI in the mid 1980's. I was in the car with my parents, and drove right by it. A woman was lying face down, stabbed to death by her boyfriend. The cops must have just arrived on the scene, because she wasn't covered up. They were basically just standing around, looking like they were waiting for others to arrive on the scene. I don't remember seeing any blood or anything, and it wasn't until we read about it in the paper that we found out how she was killed. I still think about it every time I drive by that area, when I'm back home.

With a legally owned gun in the hands of a law abiding citizen with no criminal record. My half-brother who was 15 at the time, not under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

Anybody care to ask me about how I feel about "law abiding citizens owning guns to protect themselves"?

deal around the corner on La Brea, and it went badly apparently. He was shot, got up out of his car, stumbled down the street knocking on doors, yelling for help, got to mine and knocked, banged, etc... but we weren't home. He died there on the door step. I got home just as he was taken away.

I had to wash the blood off, apparently that's not part of the service. But I have to say the roses were OUT STANDING that year.

Took him three days to die. He was going thru a divorce and had just made his boss beneficiary on his life insurance the day before.

Both times in New York City. The first time is a maybe - one Friday evening a friend of mine drove me home. We were on the West Side Highway which was a parking lot. We found out why - there were several cops on the other side of the road with a dead body. I don't know if it was a murder or what - but the body had been covered and one of the cops was standing guard. The other time I was coming across Central Park to work (I worked at the Metropolitan Museum of Art at that time) and the back of the museum was crawling with cops. I had to show by museum ID to continue on the path to the side door I used to get to my office (it was the opposite way from the activity so they let me pass). I asked the officer what had happened and he said they had found a dead body at the back of the museum. I looked over and could see the covered corpse. Turns out it was the so-called Preppy Murder, where the guy claimed that the girl had died during rough sex.

in a horrible apartment complex in an awful neighborhood (South of the Broadmoor and off S. Nevada Avenue, if anyone here is a Springs resident). One night about 3 am I woke up to a gunshot going off right outside my bedroom. I leapt out of bed, and had 911 on the phone before I was fully awake. I looked out the window, and saw a man lying there under my window. He bled to death while I was on the phone with 911. There was nothing I could do but watch. He was dead by the time paramedics got there. He laid there for several hours while the police investigated. None of the residents of my complex could go to work in the morning because the parking lot was a crime scene and the body was laying there.

I found out later that the guy worked the night shift and was coming home on his bicycle. He was followed into the parking lot by two men in a truck, who tried to rob him at gunpoint. He resisted and they shot him and took off. They did catch the guys several days later. I wasn't asked to testify or anything because I didn't see any of it except for the guy lying there dying under my window.

It was traumatic. I had trouble sleeping at night for a long time after that, and I moved out of that apartment shortly after this incident. I always wondered what happened to the victim's family - he was supporting them on a convenience store paycheck.

been found facedown in a ditch with a gunshot to his chest. Hope I never witness one, though.

Also, a man murdered his estranged son-in-law in a house across the street from me...found out the next morning after the police had already arrested him.

Right outside of Neiman's in downtown Dallas during Fortnight when I was younger. We had just stepped outside onto the sidewalk when a cop shot a man running in front of us. My aunt tried to drag me back inside, but I desperately wanted to see the action and carnage.

edit to add: It always amazed me that he shot at the guy, because the street was packed that day, but he was a damn good shot -- right smack dab in the middle of the chest.

I've seen way too many murder scenes.

when I was in the service. I think about 17 people were killed.

but not murdered people.

The man was shot directly in the face and he died. The woman was raped and beaten all night long then handed off to the police by her abductor at gunpoint. It was a domestic violence situation/divorce gone bad and she lived in the apartment down the hall from me.

I heard a car pull into the parking lot with a really loud muffler. I looked out the window to see if it was one of my buddies (I knew several gear heads back then) and I saw a man step out into the parking lot with a gun. The man who was shot had driven this lady home because she was afraid of her "Soon-to-be-Ex." He fell down after he was shot and the ex-husband grabbed the woman and threw her into the back seat of the car. They were speeding out of the parking lot as I dialed 911.

I spent the night with the detectives in my apartment talking to me and taking pictures from my windows. I was really freaked out by the whole thing and I was chain smoking. I ran out of cigarettes and one of the detectives handed me a pack of his. They refused to let me leave to go get more because they couldn't guarantee my safety as a witness...



I moved shortly after that. The guy confessed, the woman testified and he got something like 20 years for the killing. What makes this all so horribly pathetic is the fact that there was a Judicial Order of Protection barring this man from being anywhere near this woman that had never been enforced.



Laura

at 9th and Daisy in Long Beach. You never forget something like that