Earlier this summer, tragedy hit Appanoose County, Iowa, when a 17-year-old high school student and Prom King was found dead just an hour after being reported missing.
On June 26, 2024, Ayden Beeson was swimming when he disappeared under the water and never resurfaced. A 911 call reported a possible drowning at Rathbun Lake. The Appanoose County Sheriff and the Water Rescue team quickly launched a search, but sadly, the outcome was heartbreaking.
The rescue team found Ayden’s body in 15 to 20 feet of water. He was pronounced dead at the scene.
Ayden was a popular student in the Centerville School District. He was a leader on the football field, a talented tennis player, and had been voted Prom King before his spring graduation.
Superintendent Mark Taylor expressed the community’s grief, saying, “Losing such a great kid in the prime of his life is devastating. He was kind to everyone, really popular, and there wasn’t a single person at school he couldn’t be nice to.”
Ayden’s coach shared a heartfelt tribute, saying Ayden wasn’t afraid of hard work and was a standout player. His loss is deeply felt by all who knew him.
The day after Ayden Beeson’s passing, the Centerville Community Schools shared a heartfelt message on their Facebook page, expressing that they were “deeply saddened” to learn about the loss of one of their beloved students.
The district highlighted Ayden’s active involvement in the school community and emphasized how he was known and appreciated by both staff and students for his “genuinely kind” nature.
Ayden’s passing has left a profound impact on those who knew him, with many remembering him as a kind and positive presence in the school.
My Downstairs Neighbor Called the Police on Me for ‘Stomping Around’ — How My Daughter Reacted Made Me Tear Up
Ever wondered how age changes the way people treat you? 73-year-old Margaret was heartbroken when her neighbor accused her of disturbing his peace with her walking stick and called the cops on her. Her daughter’s fierce response brought tears to Margaret’s eyes.
I’m Margaret, and at 73, I still take pride in taking care of myself. My cane helps me get around, but it doesn’t stop me from living a full life. My apartment, filled with memories of my late husband George, is my haven.
Recently, my downstairs neighbor Arnold, not a day over 37, seems to have a vendetta against my cane. He accused me of “stomping around” and threatened to call the cops.
When the police arrived, I explained the situation. They understood and reassured me I had the right to live peacefully.
I called my daughter Jessie, who joined our building’s chat group to expose Arnold’s behavior. The response was immediate: neighbors supported me, calling out Arnold’s rudeness.
Arnold eventually apologized, bringing flowers and later, banana bread. He even asked if we could get to know each other better over coffee. Surprised but hopeful, I agreed.
In the end, the kindness of my neighbors and the support of my daughter reminded me that even in a big city, there’s a sense of belonging. Arnold’s change of heart also gave me hope for a peaceful future in my cherished home.
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