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‘He was my everything’: Boy who drowned in Brookings pond remembered for smile, generosity

The body of Molu Zarpeleh, 10, who was reported missing last Thursday night, was recovered from a privately-owned retention pond along 12th Street South around 8:40 a.m. Friday after authorities searched the pond, according to a new release from the City of Brookings.

A tip that Zarpeleh had been pushed into the pond that circulated on social media has been redacted by the tipster, said Chelsea Bakken, public information officer for the City of Brookings. Investigators also reported that tips they received Friday related to circumstances surrounding the incident were not true but won’t state why. Police are ignoring it and ruling it an “accidental drowning but his mother says differently. 

“A 10-year-old boy would not just take his sandals off and walk into the water,” she said. “He didn’t know how to swim.”

Brookings police and the Brookings Fire Department searched for Zarpeleh until about 2:30 a.m. Friday before the search was stopped due to safety concerns, poor lighting and murky water, the release states. Searchers used pumps from Brookings Municipal Utilities and Brookings County to remove about 300,000 gallons of water from the pond during the resumed search Friday morning

“Molu died, but I can’t say 'was’ yet,” Mole said. “He’s my first child. He’s my only son. I don’t want to use the word 'was.’ I can’t imagine him not living.”

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“kids these days are always on their phones, kids these days never go outside” ok how about kids these days have less freedom of movement & access to public spaces than any previous generation, forcing them indoors, forcing them to rely on electronics, when many would prefer to be outdoors hanging out with friends

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physically im here but mentally im standing on a big boulder on the shoreline when the storm is about to come and you can feel the wind brushing past your skin and the first drops of rain, before you run back barefoot through the wet grass to your cottage and then you bust out hot cocoa as the thunder comes rolling in and the rain hits hard and loud on your uninsulated wooden roof

“What I love more than acting is being Josey’s mom. So I wanna be there for him and I don’t want to miss anything.”

— 1987-2020, Naya Rivera

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish. 

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond. 

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.

“The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.”

— Albert Camus

you know how some parents do that toxic thing where they don’t notice or reward kids for improving their behavior, but every screw-up gets remarked upon and used to inflict shame? so you’re stuck in that awful cycle where there are no rewards, only the inevitability of eventual punishment?

I don’t agree that it’s inherently wrong to be angry or to hate someone. I agree that it can be damaging when misused or when it’s allowed to control you, instead of the other way around. I agree that, when we aren’t taught to manage our anger, it has the risk of becoming toxic or overpowering. The same can be said of other emotions (such as sadness). But that doesn’t make it automatically bad.

I believe that our motives are important, when it comes to anger, and that it’s important to ask ourselves

who is my anger harming?

am i harming myself with my anger?

is my anger directed unjustly? is it unhelpful to the situation?

am i allowing my anger to unduly influence my actions? will it lead me to behavior i will regret later?

is my anger making me unhappy?

and if, after weighing these questions, you make the judgement call that being angry is fine under the circumstances–go for it!

My theory is that we all have so many bad experiences w/ anger because we as a society are never taught to engage w/ it in a healthy way. there’s a lot of puritan cultural bullshit (in the u.s. at least) that ignores nuance and casts everything as either good or bad, sinful or sinless–never a shade of grey, never with stipulations. all sins are equally awful, and by fighting back against injustice we ourselves become unjust (which is, of course, nonsense). don’t rock the boat, even if the boat is sinking and we should be relocating to lifeboats. just let it be, or you’re just as bad as them. 

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