Some of you might not be parents, but you may have nieces, nephews,
or grandchildren that this will pertain to. As I read the following, my
heart sank. I urge each and every one of you to pass this on to as many
people as you can. I cannot stress how important this is!
This is very disturbing news. In addition to the following true
story, I will also add that my own sons were playing in the ball pit at
Discovery Zone one day.
One son lost his watch, and was very upset. We dug and dug in those
balls, trying to find the watch. Instead, we found vomit, food, feces, and
other stuff I do not want to discuss. I went to the manager and raised heck.
I came to find out, the ball pit is only cleaned out once a month. I have
doubts that it is even done that often. My kids will never play in another
ball pit.
Now read this:
"Hi. My name is Lauren Archer. My son Kevin and I lived in Sugarland,
Texas. On October 2, 1994, I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd
birthday. After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball
pit. When he started crying later, I asked him what was wrong. He pointed to
his back and said, 'Mommy, it hurts.' I looked, but couldn't find anything
wrong with him at the time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that
point that I found a welt on his left buttock. Upon investigation, it
seemed as if there was splinter under the welt. I made a doctor appointment
for the next day to have it removed. In the meantime, he started vomiting and
shaking. Then his eyes rolled back in his head. We immediately went to
the emergency room! My only son died later that night. It turned out that
the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken
off in his skin. The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine
overdose. The next day, the police removed the balls from the ball pit
and found rotten food, half-eaten candy, diapers, feces, the stench of
urine, and several hypodermic needles."
(If you question the validity of this story, you can find the
article on Kevin Archer in the October 10, 1994 issue of the Houston Chronicle.)
Please forward this! to all loving mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles,
and grandparents. Note: Some children have also gotten lice from ball pits.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away
or grandchildren that this will pertain to. As I read the following, my
heart sank. I urge each and every one of you to pass this on to as many
people as you can. I cannot stress how important this is!
This is very disturbing news. In addition to the following true
story, I will also add that my own sons were playing in the ball pit at
Discovery Zone one day.
One son lost his watch, and was very upset. We dug and dug in those
balls, trying to find the watch. Instead, we found vomit, food, feces, and
other stuff I do not want to discuss. I went to the manager and raised heck.
I came to find out, the ball pit is only cleaned out once a month. I have
doubts that it is even done that often. My kids will never play in another
ball pit.
Now read this:
"Hi. My name is Lauren Archer. My son Kevin and I lived in Sugarland,
Texas. On October 2, 1994, I took my only son to McDonald's for his 3rd
birthday. After he finished lunch, I allowed him to play in the ball
pit. When he started crying later, I asked him what was wrong. He pointed to
his back and said, 'Mommy, it hurts.' I looked, but couldn't find anything
wrong with him at the time. I bathed him when we got home, and it was at that
point that I found a welt on his left buttock. Upon investigation, it
seemed as if there was splinter under the welt. I made a doctor appointment
for the next day to have it removed. In the meantime, he started vomiting and
shaking. Then his eyes rolled back in his head. We immediately went to
the emergency room! My only son died later that night. It turned out that
the welt on his buttock was the tip of a hypodermic needle that had broken
off in his skin. The autopsy revealed that Kevin had died from a heroine
overdose. The next day, the police removed the balls from the ball pit
and found rotten food, half-eaten candy, diapers, feces, the stench of
urine, and several hypodermic needles."
(If you question the validity of this story, you can find the
article on Kevin Archer in the October 10, 1994 issue of the Houston Chronicle.)
Please forward this! to all loving mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles,
and grandparents. Note: Some children have also gotten lice from ball pits.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the
moments that take our breath away
