I spent many days as a little girl with Linda and Louis. He smoked a cigar and I am told that many times I came home smelling like his cigar. My father was not there for me and the time with Louis was more valuable that I could have ever known. I remember calling my Mom and asking if I could sleep over. Sometimes they bought me a little toy after but I think my Mom put a stop to that after too many toys.
I have so many memories that are like treasures to me. Linda knit me many adorable clothes. She took me for walks on the beach and I would jump the railroad ties. They taught me about the birds that came to the bird feeder and helped me with a school report on a chickadee.
They told me many things about how to be and how not to be. Linda gave me important tips about being a lady. They were there in hard times as well. And when I fell on a deck and filled both hands with dozens of splinters, it was Louis who meticulously and as gently as he could, removed each one.
Louis was always my splinter-taker-outer and I trusted him completely. And it was Linda, who when it was all over, lovingly saw my silent pain and told me that I could cry. There are so many other memories that I cherish. With Linda and Louis there was never a harsh word, never a cross look, never anything but gentleness, love, protection and comfort. My family moved when I was 10 years old.
The saddest part about moving was losing my neighbors. Maybe a year or two later, when my Mom picked me up at school, she told me that Louis had gone out to his back deck to shovel snow, had a heart attack and died.
Not too long after that, Linda moved to Florida. Love is about the greatest gift we can give one another. In fact, from scripture we hear;. This is the first and great commandment. When I put them together, I hear that it is of supreme importance to love fellow human beings. We are bombarded with bad news these days; of instances of hate and violence and evil.
I find myself becoming saturated with all of it, like a sponge that cannot hold any more water. Then we hear about the government, and think, the government has so much power; trying to convince us that by changing laws and managing society that our little children and loved ones will be protected. The power is in the LOVE. The healing is in the LOVE. The change is in the LOVE. And the author and creator of love, is God, who wants to prosper us and not harm us.
The influence you have as a neighbor, whether to someone next door, a Facebook friend, or someone across the world, when you LOVE them, is more powerful than I think we will ever even know. For 15 months the boy claims he was starved, tortured, chained to the coffee table and forced to crouch in the fireplace. All the while, Lau told ABC7 that she, her husband, and their four children carried on with their daily lives around him. She also admitted that she and her husband also took part in the beatings, and now police say the next-door neighbor, Anthony Waiters, was in on it too.
It's just so hard to believe. Like I said I've seen him grow up since he was 10 years old at least," said Mary Wagener, a neighbor. They were there together," said Mike Portillo, a neighbor. It's the same place where the boy escaped to, after hopping over a backyard wall with a chain still locked to his ankle. A Tracy Police spokesperson told ABC7 that Wang's jailhouse interview prompted a judge to issue a gag order and that is why police can't say how they believe Waiters tortured and beat the child.
Wang spoke with Waiters in his driveway the day after the boy escaped and asked him if he knew the family. Waiters said in a very stoic voice, "No. I mind my own business. Full Story. Docuseries chronicles Bay Area athletes' college recruiting journey. Climate Watch: How to be ready for CA weather, wildfire threats. Watch Now. Local News. Station Info. Neighbor arrested in Tracy torture case kgo.
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