I wanted to share the outstanding work at this website to help further educate
others about the "Choking Game". Sadly a child's life was lost, another angel in heaven, read this post via the website by founder and big sister KeriGlenn, talking about the night her little brother died. Kudo's to your work "Wild Farm Kids"
The Game That Could Win Your Life.
November 21
st 2011, this day was my little sisters 7
th
birthday and the day that has forever changed my life. My family had a
small birthday party planned for my sister at my grandparents. The
basketball games I was at coaching my cheerleaders went into overtime,
so I didn’t get done until about 9:15 that night. I hurried to my
grandparents to have cake and ice cream with them, but by the time I got
there, they were getting ready to leave. I said hi and bye to all my
siblings, then headed back to campus.
I no more than got in the parking lot and my mom called me screaming
so loud that I couldn’t understand anything she was saying. I then got
her to talk slower and she said the most heart breaking words I have
ever heard, “Joshua is dead!” I dropped my phone and burst into tears, I
couldn’t breathe, and I instantly turned back around and sped home. I
got about a half mile out of town and got pulled over for speeding. I
was a wreck. I told the cop what was going on and he didn’t believe me,
so he had to call dispatch to see that I was telling the truth.
By the time I got close to my house I could see a light show from all
the cop cars that were surrounding my parent’s home. I couldn’t get
into my driveway so I drove through my neighbor’s yard to get to my
parents. The look on my dad’s face, made me know this was real. My mom
was crying, talking like she was talking to herself, but out loud. She
said, “His eyes were lifeless and glazed, his skin was blue, all I
wanted to do was hold him but they wouldn’t let me.” I tried talking to
her but all she could say was, “They told me to prepare for the worst,
but I know he’s already gone.”
The drive to the hospital was the longest drive of my life. Once we
got there they wouldn’t let me in his room. So many EMT’s and ME’s were
in the room working on him. I just wanted to go in there with him. Once
they let me in, I held his hand, kissed his cheek, tried closing his
eyes and talking to him. I knew he was gone, but my mind wouldn’t let me
accept it.
We were fielding questions, going through all of his things, and
trying to find peace of knowing what really happened and started the
funeral planning process. I took on the “big sister” role, and helped
plan his visitation and funeral. I never thought I would be able to do
this, but I did and it was the most rewarding thing I have ever done. I
did it because I knew my parents needed the help. There were so many
people there; it was completely amazing to see all the love and support
we got from everyone.
Joshua was 13 years old, a 7
th grader who was on the A
honor roll, loved football, wrestling, drawing, singing, outdoors, 4-H
and everything else a little boy loves. He had the biggest heart and a
contagious smile that could light up a room. A few days after he died we
found out the cause of his death, it was from “the choking game”. This
is something that none of our family knew he was doing, but when we were
told about it and what it entails, we found that the warning signs were
all over. They included things like; headaches, itchy eyes, off sleep
patterns, marks on his bunk bed, robe ties in his room, and the fact
that he was a 13 year old adventurous boy.
Since this happened I have been so invested in the “choking game”. I
have found that it is more common than people think. It isn’t something
that people really admit to or talk about, but it is going on
everywhere, probably even in your neighborhood. When someone
participates in this, they are cutting the oxygen supply from their
brain, for a short term high, which as a result kills brain cells and
can be fatal. This isn’t a game and if people are doing it, I hope that
this is a wakeup call to them to stop. The affects of this not only
hurts yourself, but also everyone that loves and cares about you.
KeriGlenn
http://wildfarmkids.com/