A disturbing video has surfaced that depicts a southwest Florida elementary school principal and a clerk scolding a six-year-old kid for allegedly scratching a computer screen.
The mother of the child, who went to the school to pay a fine for the harm her daughter was alleged to have caused, took pictures of the occurrence. The mother stated that she feared no one would believe her account, so she recorded the incident.
Although Florida law doesn’t specifically prevent it, corporal punishment is prohibited according to the district handbook. The mother of the child said that the paddling was harsh and horrifying, possibly causing bodily as well as psychological damage.
Concerning the harshness of the sentence, the family’s lawyer described it as “aggravated battery.” In order to document the injuries, the mother has taken her daughter to the doctor.
Outrage and demands for justice have been generated by the incident, and it is hoped that the school district will take the proper action.
My Dad Who Left 20 Years Ago Called from His Deathbed for a Final Wish — What He Asked Broke My Heart
When my estranged father, who left 20 years ago, called from his deathbed, I was torn between anger and curiosity. His final wish revealed shocking truths.
I was getting ready for bed when an unfamiliar number called, followed by a text: “ALICE, THIS IS YOUR DAD. PLEASE CALL, I AM IN THE HOSPITAL.” My heart stopped. Dad? After twenty years? Curiosity won, and I called back.
“Dad?”
“Alice, it’s me. I… I don’t have much time.”
“Why are you calling now?”
“I need to explain… to ask something of you. But please, don’t tell your mother.” He revealed that my grandfather paid him to disappear because he thought Dad was a failure. “I took the money to secure your future.”
“Why didn’t you come back?”
“I couldn’t. But I watched from a distance, saw your graduation, your volleyball games.”
I felt my world tilt. “Why didn’t Mom tell me?”
“Maybe she thought she was protecting you.”
“What do you want now?”
“I need to see you, Alice. One last time before I go.”
I decided to go. At the hospital, he looked frail. “Alice,” he whispered.
“Why did you do it, Dad?”
“I thought it was the best way to secure a future for you. I wrote letters every year. They’re in a safety deposit box.”
After his death, I found the letters. They were filled with his regrets and love. I confronted Mom, who admitted she thought it was best for me too.
In the end, I used the money to start a scholarship fund in his name, honoring his memory and sacrifices.
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