SYRACUSE Despicable. It’s the best word used to describe what thieves did to Catherine Meeker and her 13-year-old son Joshua.
The front of the Post-Standard on Monday was a story about the Meekers and how their home was burglarized and trashed by people in the lowest rung of society. You hear about this sort of thing a lot in Syracuse, but this story has a subplot that brought me to tears in the office.
Joshua has a rare form of leukemia and his mother, who’s single, spends her days and nights taking care of her son.
One night, after spending time with her son at the hospital, she came home to find her house completely trashed, with many of her and her son’s possessions missing. Because of her son’s illness, Catherine isn’t able to work, so the things they have mean a lot to them.
And in an instant, those were taken away.
The thieves probably didn’t know Joshua is battling such a horrible disease, but even if they did, I highly doubt it would have stopped them. These people don’t give a hoot about anyone or thing but themselves, which is why they commit such acts.
I’m still new to the city. I thought it was a great place at first. Then, a little more than a month ago, me and my girlfriend woke up to find that someone had broken into our apartment. Nothing was taken, but it scared us enough to immediately start looking for a place in the suburbs.
I was freaking out. I couldn’t believe this could ever happen to me; I thought it was something I’d only hear about on the news. I lost my temper and cursed out whoever thought he or she had the right to enter my home.
But then I read the Meeker’s story and grew even angrier, thinking of ways I can help the family out, while also brainstorming ways to clean up some of the ugly Syracuse streets.