Alten
2004-01-12, 10:23 PM
Don't let your kids play in the balls.. McDonalds (or any other)
Playground Ball Pits. 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.
Come 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.
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 a splinter under the welt. I made a doctor's
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.
SEND THIS TO ANYONE YOU KNOW WHO HAS SMALL CHILDREN,
NIECES, NEPHEWS OR GRANDCHILDREN!
Playground Ball Pits. 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.
Come 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.
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 a splinter under the welt. I made a doctor's
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.
SEND THIS TO ANYONE YOU KNOW WHO HAS SMALL CHILDREN,
NIECES, NEPHEWS OR GRANDCHILDREN!