Day: May 25, 2025

One year after his 10-year-old son lost his battle to the bullying that inspired his suicide, the father of Indiana’s Sammy Teusch said it’s “disgusting” and “devastating” that there’s been no accountability from the educators who failed to help the tormented young boy. While leaving his brother’s soccer game On May 4, 2024, 10-year-old Sammy Teusch pointed toward a boy on the field and quietly told his parents, “That’s him,” recalled his father Samuel, with a heavy heart. The boy Sammy pointed out was one of several classmates who tormented him at school. And this boy, only one week before, had shoved him into a trash can while others laughed. At first the kids at Greenfield elementary were verbally abusing Sammy about his looks, including his glasses and teeth, and, over time, it escalated to physical violence, Teusch told the Daily Mail. The youngster had been wearing starter glasses until the new ones arrived – $525 specs that he hoped would help end the bullying. ‘Helpless’The family had already sounded the alarm, reaching out to the school district multiple times, desperately seeking help. Yet the bullying continued. According to his dad, Sammy begged his teachers to intervene but was “ignored.”… CONTINUE READING…

I have a clear memory of noticing a distinct scar on my mother’s arm when I was a child. It sits high up, close to her shoulder, taking the appearance of what looks like a ring of small indents in her skin around a larger indent. Don’t ask me why that specifically attracted my attention all those years ago; I don’t remember. I recall only that it did, but as is so often the case, I sort of forgot it existed over the following years. Well, obviously I didn’t forget it existed (it’s still in the same place it always was, of course), but I did forget that at one point in time I was fascinated with what had caused it. Perhaps 1 asked my mother once and she explained. If she did, though, I forgot that as well. That was until I helped an elderly woman off of a train one summer a few years back, and I happened to catch sight of the very same scar, in the very same place as my mother’s. Needless to say my interest was piqued, but with the train about to rumble on to my destination, I couldn’t exactly ask her about… CONTINUE READING…