Leave 'Em Alone

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Man, I just don't know about the celebrity aspect of our society. What makes people want to throw anger and blame around when they have no idea what may or may not have transpired?

So, we see John Travolta in movies - I still think his best turn was as Vinny Barbarino, but overall he's an actor. A rich actor who flies planes, married Kelly Preston, had a couple of kids, dabbles in Scientology, and has had his sexual preferences questioned on occasion.

Of course, I've made fun of a few of the entertainers from time-to-time, but shouldn't there be a line in the sand that is respected?

The man just lost his son. The circumstances are cause for great concern and people are questioning everything due to his religious beliefs, and his use of a nanny for supervision.

For God's sake, give the man a break. His kid died at the age of 16. No matter how or what occurred, I'm sure he didn't want or mean for it to happen. And it doesn't matter if the kid was sickly or autistic, or lacking seizure medicine. I'm sure he wasn't dispensable to anyone who knew him.

And certainly questions will come up and they will have to be answered, but now?

Let the family grieve.

Turn on the television or read a newspaper these days - the media is turning it into a mystery. We all are privy to what happened in the ambulance ride. It's unavoidable.

If you're fascinated by the story or angry with Travolta or Kelly Preston, or just want to voice your opinion on Scientology, or how money doesn't solve all your problems, just remember that the boy lost his life.

A son and a brother is gone way too early and the family grieves.

People in the media need to give them some time before they start asking the hateful questions.

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