Missing Morgan
Well, today one of my nightmares for Morgan almost came true. At 2:40 p.m. today, I got a call at work from a Plano policeman asking if I knew where my son was. He gets out of school at 2:30 p.m. I told him as far as I knew, he was at school. He then told me he had him in his squad car at a major city street corner (three lanes of traffic in either direction, for six total) where he had wandered a mile and a half or so from school.
I ran out of the office and drove like a freaking maniac to where he was. I tried calling Ash three or four times, but she was downstairs waiting for the bus to drop him off. I called my boss, since I didn’t see him on my way out, and left him a message. Unfortunately, I forgot to hang up, so the last part of my voicemail was me yelling profanities at someone on the highway who didn’t yield and let me onto the exit ramp. I then realized it and hung up.
I finally made it to the corner shopping center where they had him. There were two officers in separate squad cars, standing around with Morgan and laughing at his antics. He loves police cars, by the way, and he was happily looking around in the squad car. The officer explained that he was on a routine traffic stop and saw Morgan walking down the sidewalk a distance ahead of a woman. As the woman got closer, she yelled at the police officer that he was escaping or getting away. He didn’t think anything of it, since he thought Morgan was her child. Then she said that he wasn’t hers, and that he was just wandering around on his own.
He got him settled and called me (he has an ID tag on a necklace with contact numbers). Five minutes before I got there, he was notified that the school had called police to report him missing. I thanked everyone and took Morgan to the school to pick up his backpack. The other officer was already headed over to the school to find out what happened. They were leaving when we got to the school.
He’s fine, but when I think what could have happened, I get a chill up my spine. I have a meeting with the principle and teachers tomorrow to go over what happened and what they’re going to do to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I’m preparing for some stonewalling and bureaucratic weaseling, but we’ll see what happens at the meeting.









October 12th, 2005 at 8:21 am
WOW– I can only imagine that sense of fear when they called, the harrowing drive to meet up with them and the relief seeing Morgan and knowing he was alright.
Lay into that school like there is no tomorrow!! It’s a good thing you had an ID necklace on him. God only knows what would have happened had that cop not been there at that time.
I’m glad Morgan’s OK..
Be well my friend.. and really lay into that school!
October 12th, 2005 at 10:13 am
Well bro, I’d be, and am, very angry. Very angry indeed! I would tape the meeting, I really think about contacting a lawyer and the possibility of sueing the living bejeezums out of em. I’d definately need some decompression time before talking to the school because I would be very confrontational. I believe what they did was criminal negligance. The possible outcomes of this scenario are truely terrifying to contemplate. As you know I have seen, as a cop, the results of similar incidents first hand and sometimes they were enough to make a veteran puke, cry and go into a cold killing rage. In fact I’m fighting back just such thoughts even now. I could possibly see Morgan getting out of the class and being loose in the hallway or something, but off the school gounds! Then to have the police find and contact you before the school even knew he was missing! And then I must ask did the school even attempt to call you or Anne? This is total B.S.!!!! If the school tries anything but grovelling at your feet and begging forgiveness teach them the real fury of a parents rightious anger! Screw those bastards and give em hell! Record everything on paper and tape. Oh and yes there definately should be a police report on this one. Get a copy of it fast, before some city/state watchdog gets it and “misplaces” it. The times should be of particular importance. How long did it take until they noticed him missing and called the police for example and how long before they contacted you, if ever, etc., etc..
In short, Kick their collective ass bro!
October 20th, 2005 at 3:36 am
Oh man, glad he’s safe… when I read the headline I thought he was actually back-of-the-milk-carton missing!