Most tragic event you've ever experienced Options

[innovation]

most tragic is when my mom got cancer.
it was just hard.

[PinkTrash]

Reminds me.

This girl that my godsister knew, had cancer when she was like 8 >.< and I dont know, I just cried when I heard the story. She almost died, and missed a regular childhood, feared of dieing. I imagine how hard it really is.

[whywasisostupid]

all your stories are so sad i dont have as tragic as yalls....

[inthemudhole]

Aww.
Sad stories..

Well, these haven't happened to me, but to my parents.

When my dad was in 3rd or 4th grade, a new kid in his class was murdered by his mom.. she (I think strangled or drowned) both the kid in my dad's class, and his younger brother. I think she then shot herself afterwards. =/

When my mom was about 20, she worked for some.. place (I really don't remember) and she had an employee. He was going hunting for the weekend. He had a wife, 2 kids, 1 dog, and 1 cat.
While he was gone, his wife murdered both kids, the dog, the cat, and in return, herself.
I don't exactly remember the details, but she killed them by.. er, taking some sort of tube/pipe/whatever from the car, and letting the gas (carbon monoxide) drain from there into their house.. she shut the doors and windows, so the carbon monoxide couldn't escape.. they all died.
Jeez, and the guy was out hunting for the weekend.

Yeah, I don't exactly have the best details, but I thought those 2 events were pretty tragic..

[Chaos13]

^^ OMG! THATS SO.......HORRIBLE! SAD TOO!!! ^^

[PinkTrash]

>.< Why do people always murder their kids x[ and loved ones.. pft..

[yeseulx3]

>.< Why do people always murder their kids x[ and loved ones.. pft..

i know, right? and they go through all the trouble and pain of having their kids, but they put it all to waste by killing them. how queer.

anyways... i don't know any tragic stories.

well, this kindergartener girl in my elemantary school had a disease no one even knew about so at recess time, she just fell down on the grass and died. *shrug*

[inthemudhole]

well, this kindergartener girl in my elemantary school had a disease no one even knew about so at recess time, she just fell down on the grass and died. *shrug*

Aww, that's sad. =[

We had a student die.. about a little less than a month ago.
He was at his lake place.. mishandled a gun, and got shot. =/
He was in my english class. Only 13.

[*jeanna*]

i found my cat on the side of road and that he was hit by a car. still haunts me till this day

[*jeanna*]

suicide is never the answer unless you're ugly.

wow. you're cold-hearted. why do you even post yourself in a fricken bathing suit on cb. im sure your banner is way too big.

[T00000]

haha well your signature is funny, seriously it's ironic because i just watched the exorcist last night and yeah... it kind of freaked me out.

but thennnn i realized you weren't trying to be funny you were trying to be pretty. so i'm sorry for laughing.

[*jeanna*]

your picture freaked me out too. last night i watched "the spy who shagged me" and i could have sworn i thought you were fat bastard. whoa that was freaky.

[T00000]

that's cute but generally people don't correlate my image to 'fat bastard' but that's cool if you do. i respect your opinion.

[*jeanna*]

you respect peoples opinion? you do know you have a reputation on cb and on cb chat for being a lifeless bitch. i'm just saying. so dont try and pull anything over me.

[T00000]

oh boy i'm a lifeless bitch? well if you said i was a HEARTLESS bitch perhaps i would understand, however the only person who resembles "lifeless" in these parts is you. judging from your exorcist picture face. now if you noticed people are saying things about stuff i say, you don't need to try to start shit with me to get them to like you. because trust me buddy, you aren't getting very far and you definetly don't want to mess with me, especially at the rate you're going. anyways though, please shut up, because this is actually a serious thread which i intended it to be, so seriously if you have issues with me take it somewhere else, because this is a thread where people are sharing bad things that happened to them and we really didn't need your dead cat story along with your trip-ass picture. k thanks bye!

[*jeanna*]

oh boy i'm a lifeless bitch?  well if you said i was a HEARTLESS bitch perhaps i would understand, however the only person who resembles "lifeless" in these parts is you.  judging from your exorcist picture face.  now if you noticed people are saying things about stuff i say, you don't need to try to start shit with me to get them to like you.  because trust me buddy, you aren't getting very far and you definetly don't want to mess with me, especially at the rate you're going.  anyways though, please shut up, because this is actually a serious thread which i intended it to be, so seriously if you have issues with me take it somewhere else, because this is a thread where people are sharing bad things that happened to them and we really didn't need your dead cat story along with your trip-ass picture.  k thanks bye!

sorry i wasnt able to respond any faster to your nonsense, my eyes were burning from all the cellulite and fat hanging out of the back of your swimsuit. alright, i'm spent. ciao

[SarahxJoy]

Let's see. It was in the 2000, and I was living in Japan when this happened to me. It was during the summer and I was ten years old. See, out of nowhere, I started to feel really weak and tired. I began to lose weight at a pretty abnormal weight and my stomach couldn't handle much of what I ate. Also, I had to keep on using the bathroom and I was always thirsty. At first, my mom thought I was throwing up on purpose to try and lose weight. But for God sakes I was only TEN! She thought I was bulemic. It really hurt my feelings, having known that she thought I'd do such a thing at such a young age.

Well anyway, she scheduled an appointment of September 18, 2000 and by then I was already starting fifth grade. Well, it was that day that I was diagnosed with diabetes type 1. I was only ten and I didn't really know much of what diabetes was. My doctor had me confined in the hospital for two weeks, so he and other doctors could teach more about my condition. There's never been anyone in my family who's ever had diabetes so they I don't even know HOW I got it.

Living in Japan didn't exactly make it any easier. There weren't any endocrinologists (doctors specialized in diabetes) on any of the military bases of where we lived. So my dad and I had to go to Hawaii to that big pink hospital to meet some dieticians and even more doctors.

By then I knew how to give myself my own insulin shots and prick my finger to test my blood sugar. In Hawaii, I was confined for one week. Then my dad and I were able to return home in Japan. But then because there weren't any doctors for diabetes there, we had to move. It really sucked, thinking that our entire lives had to change because of me. I felt as if it were my fault. And not to mention that everyone at school was asking if it was true that I had diabetes.

Once when people kept on asking me I just got upset and started yelling at them to stop. One of my BEST friends just said, "God Sarah, just 'cause you have diabetes now doesn't mean you have to be a bitch." That hurt.

So, my family and I moved to California in the south. Right now we're living here in Vegas, Nevada and I'm on the insulin pump. It's another way of getting insulin into my body instead of giving myself shots. Other than that, nothing much has changed. I have to go to the doctor every three months, get my blood tested every three months, and all that.

In the past, I've had one seizure, been into the ICU twice, into the ER thrice, and confined over night numerous times. So right now I've had diabetes for a good four years, but I'm still trying to get it all down.

Weird to see how one thing can effect your life so much, and you don't even know the cause for it. It really just does suck. But those good days make it worth working through the tough ones. ;;

[T00000]

yeah cause i have so much? haha darling i've already gotten over insecurities over myself that you must have for yourself. why else would i have myself in a swimsuit as my banner? i've already gotten over the "OH AM I FAT?!" image that girls go through. obviously i'm not fat, and i'm not a goddamn supermodel, but fat is one thing i'm not so seriously stop with your bullshit. i'm sorry i wasn't able to come up with an intelligent response to your post, but you didn't give me much material to work with plus i was too busy figuring out why your face is BLUE. then i realized it was probably to hide acne, because I can kind of see some underneath the blue! oops maybe you should come up with a better strategy. and get rid of the bangs.

[T00000]

wow i just realized you need to shut the f**k up, you can IM me if you want to respond but this is really a serious thread and you need to be considerate of other people.

[Chaos13]

true on what she said! you need to be considerate of other people!

[sugarcultluver]

ok stop the fighting!

[T00000]

exactly.

[inlonelinessidie]

Lance was about 11 at the time, and Casey was 15 (and he was extremely hot-- at least my little 13 year old self thought so).  They had a mom, Terrie Walker, and a father, Robert Walker.  One day, Casey got in a fight with his mom, and ran away.  That same night, Lance spent the night at his friend Michael's house (ironically, i saw him that day at church with Michael).  While they were gone, Robert informed Terrie that he had been fired from his lucrative job with a six figure salary.  They got in a fight, and Terrie threatened to leave him.  He pulled out a gun and shot her once in the head.  Then he called Lance and told him to stay at Michael's house for the next week, if it was okay.  Casey was still gone.  Over that week while his children were gone, Robert purchased a refridgerator  and a blue tarp, and a chainsaw.  He then dismembered his wife, and put her in the incinerator in their backyard.  He lit it on fire, and began to burn her body.  Neighbors reported seeing flames as high as 20 feet that week from his backyard incinerator, and an awful smell.  While his wife was roasting to a crisp, he patched up the bullethole in the kitchen and repainted it, while also carefully cleaning up all blood in the house.  Finally they caught him and found the remains, and he was arrested.  By then Lance and Casey found out what happened, and they had to stay at Michael's house.  It was so sad... and at the memorial service (which was held at my church) Lance was crying so much but Casey just sat there.  We later found out that Casey was getting into hardcore drugs like heroin and cocaine.  Lance was trying to take care of him, even though he was 4 years younger than him.  After about three months, they had to move to Iowa (doesn't that suck?) with their aunt. 

That's just horrible.

So, my life was pretty good up until age 8. I have 7 siblings and when my parents seperated, 8 kids was too much for my mom to handle by herself. So half went to my dad, and half stayed with my mom. Unfortunately, I had to go to my dad's. By then, I was 9. After about two weeks living with my dad, he started to rape me. He raped, beat, and harbutted me everyday for 5 years. He was a big drugee, so he forced me to do drugs. By the time I was 14, I had tried every drug known to man kind. I never told my mom that he did this (and to this day, she still doesnt know) so when I called her when I was 14 and begged her to let me live with her, she said no. I couldnt handle my dad anymore so I just left. Keep in mind that I only had 3 friends at this time because I was a depressed girl who no one wanted to be around. I was living on the streets (yes, I was a hobo) for 2 weeks, when I ran into my best friend Ryan. His parents let me live with them for about 2 1/2 years. When I turned 17, me, ryan, and my friends lindsay and parsons (who were my only friends when I was 14) decided to leave Ohio (where i grew up) and move to Los Angeles. So us 4 came to california and now we live here and we're all happy. And yes, I am 17 living with 3 people who arent my guardians. It's illegal, I know.

Yeah, thats my life.

I'm so sorry you had to go through that.

[angel-roh]

my grandpa, he was a hardworker man and a father who loves his family and tries his best to work hard at his work, but then one day at his work... a piece of stone dropped in his head and remember that he was only 58 that passed away. he was very old that he had no other strengths to support him and also he wasnt reallie a healthy man, so yeah...not many vitmans couldnt support him.... so yeah. he's nicer than my STRICTED MEAN OL' grandma... she only thinks about herself and only love to be mean to every poor peoples...she HATES ALL THE POOR PEOPLES OUT THERE AND TALK SH*T ABOUT THEM and also she likes to hurt people's feeling...she has a cold heart.

[T00000]

awww you're so cute :)