I’ve been trying to stick to a blogging schedule lately: weekend recap on Mondays, recipes on Tuesdays, What I’m Loving Wednesdays on, well, Wednesday, and restaurant reviews on Thursdays. But life happens, and I need to talk about something else today.
Thursday night one of my work friends from Arkansas went missing. She was set to show a property at 5:30, and by 8:00pm, her husband had yet to hear from her and was concerned. He went to search for her, and found her car and purse at the house she was supposed to show. The house was unlocked, and there was no sign of her anyways.
I got word of this on Friday morning, when I saw a few of my Arkansas friends posting for prayer requests. So, I texted Frances and asked what was going on. She gave me all of the details, and I spent the rest of the weekend in a daze. You hear about these things all the time, but never expect that something like this will happen to someone you know, and like. Beverly is a wonderful person. She’s funny, smart, and has an infectious, bubbly personality. She and her sweet husband have been married for 35 years. She is a loving mom to their sons. She has four grandchildren. She has so many friends and people in her life who love her.
For the past two days people have been searching for her and praying for her pretty much around the clock. Saturday and Sunday hundreds of people went to the site where she disappeared from and searched for her, or some clue as to where she could be.
Last night they finally caught a break and issued a warrant for a suspect, and this morning they arrested him.
We’re all hoping that they’ll get answers when they question him. The ultimate wish is that she is located alive. But even if that doesn’t happen, we need answers. We need to know why he did it. We need to know why he chose her. We need answers as to why this seven time felon chose to ruin the lives of her beautiful family and break the hearts of so many people.
And yes, I know that he should be considered innocent until proven guilty. It’s easy to feel that way when it’s a stranger, but when it’s someone you know and like, it’s a little harder to be level-headed.
I’m heartbroken over all of this. I think I’ve checked Facebook about 5,000 times this weekend.
Half of the things posted are news articles. And as this story grew, more and more people across the country began commenting. People who think they know everything, and know nothing of Beverly and her family. I can’t deal with the ignorance and stupidity when it comes to comments on news articles in general. They make me furious when it’s a stranger. But when it’s someone I know… wow. Graham has asked me not to read the comments on the articles and Facebook posts. For the most part, people have been kind and supportive. But some of the comments are heartless and cruel.
For example, they blame Beverly for not taking someone with her to show the house.
Fact: Beverly is one of the top realtors in Arkansas. She’s not some brand new, fresh off the street realtor. She knows how to do her job. She’s excellent at her job. In a perfect world, realtors wouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this, but they do. People are saying that all female realtors need to have a partner with them, or have a concealed carry license and bring a gun with them, and I’m tired of people thinking that guns are the answer for everything. If she was surprised, she wouldn’t have had time to pull a gun out of her large purse. If she did have time to get to her gun, what’s to say he wouldn’t have been able to over power her. Guns are not the answer to everything. But regardless, how on earth is it appropriate to blame the victim? She was doing her job. She went to show a house very close to her own. She was showing the house in day light. She let her husband know where she was going. She did everything right. In the two and a half years I worked for Crye-Leike (and I worked at two different offices), we had countless agents get a phone call about the house, and leave to go show it. They almost always told my boss and I where they were going and who they were meeting. It’s just how the business works. If you can’t go show a client a house when they want to see it, they’ll call a different realtor.
People are saying that her husband should go with her and have protected her better.
SERIOUSLY? Way to kick a guy when his wife is missing. These comments are frustrating, because most of the female realtors I know have husbands who work. Beverly’s husband Carl works. A lot of the women who work in real estate do so because it fits their personalities. I had so many of the agents I work with tell me they couldn’t stomach sitting behind a desk all day, doing paperwork from 9-5. They do real estate because they enjoy it. But for a lot of agents, real estate is much easier if you have a working spouse. Since it’s a commission based environment, it’s a lot less scary if your family has money coming in steadily every month. So all of you who are out there saying that husbands, sons, male friends, etc. should go with them to show houses, remember that these people have jobs too.
I’m sure this will change the way real estate is done in Arkansas, and maybe it should. I’m sure there are things that could be done, like have your client meet you at the office and have the office staff take a photocopy of their driver’s license and maybe even get their license plate number.
This is probably the most rambling I’ve done. I just have so many thoughts floating around my head about this, and I needed to get it all out there. If you actually read this, please keep praying for Beverly. Pray for her safe return. Pray for her family & friends to find comfort and strength throughout this ordeal. And pray that the person who has done this is brought to justice.