Online Predators

Everyone has doubts, speculations and fears. There are various things in the world that get under the skin of the many people in the world. Things that could make me jump or send chills down my back might not even phase another person. We are all as different as sugar and spice.

One object that I find myself in constant doubt of is the internet. Do not mistake my meaning by this. There are definite perks to the internet. The world of information at your fingertips as you type a subject matter into the search box on the homepage of google is extremely alluring. We are linked to the rest of the world through a computer screen. I also am guilty of having a facebook profile; which I check almost daily. It helps me to stay connected to friends everywhere. Online journals, though, are where my comfort zone ends.

Journals in the old days were a private place to list the innermost workings of your thoughts. No one was allowed near my dairy when I was younger. I guess you could call it my secret garden. The place where I cry or laugh to anything my heart or head had to say that no one else was allowed to hear. The point being that it was a personal place that was not for anyone else but nyself. It is a scary thing posting your own thoughts in a place so public. You never know who could be reading it.

There are sick people in the world that love nothing more then the innocent child who is over zealost about allowing strangers to know to much about themselves. Though few chose to hear the pleadings of mothers who have lost their daughters to online predators, they cry for a reason.

Neive young girls in their awkward teenage years want nothing more than someone who understands them; they know that. Predators know just what to say. There is no real way of knowing if the nice guy one city away who is on the football team and is really close to his family is not really a forty year old man who likes to prey on young girls. Then once they talk for a while and build up a trust with you, they ask to meet.

Girls and boys have gone missing this way. Be careful. You never know who is hiding on the other side of the computer screen.