CLE Weekend. Programming Schedule. Big Bad B-Movie Show. CW43 Cleveland. Investigate TV. Gray DC Bureau. Latest Newscasts. By Cleveland 19 Digital Team. Published: Sep. Share on Facebook. Lane shot and killed three students at Chardon High School on Feb. He was sentenced to three life sentences.
Three other students were wounded. Lane's escape set off alarms in Chardon, Ohio, which is three hours by cars from the prison.
The Chardon school district closed its schools on Friday because "the safety and well-being of our students, staff and community remain our highest priority. Timothy Hewlin, the father of Demetrius Hewlin who was killed by Lane, was outraged by the escape.
This guy killed my son and killed three kids. Warden: T. Lane scaled prison fence Story highlights Lane admitted his crime but didn't offer a reason He was slow to open up about his personal life His father was arrested several times for violent crimes against women His behavior at his sentencing hearing shocked and outraged.
Lane didn't belong to any particular clique in the schools he attended. Those who knew him described him as quiet, someone who was guarded and rarely spoke about his tumultuous family life. But they never would have thought that he'd turn out a killer -- walking up to a table in the cafeteria of Ohio's Chardon High School with a. Lane admitted his crime, didn't offer a reason, and was sentenced to three consecutive life sentences at the Allen Oakwood Correctional Institution in Lima.
Three life sentences with no possibility of parole. On Friday, he was back in the news after he escaped from the facility, triggering an intense manhunt. He was captured about six hours later, enough time for him to reopen the wounds that his victims' families are trying to salve. Schools will remain closed but counselors and other support services will be provided.
Teresa Hunt's niece rode the school bus each day with Lane, and he displayed no warning signs of the violence to come. When she woke up from night terrors, Rain soothed her by licking her face. Casie was opinionated, funny, bitter. We talked about politics, and the theater, and the playwrights she loved, and about her anxiety and depression. As she talked, I thought I could actually feel her rage. It came radiating off her like the waves of heat that shimmer up from a sunbaked airstrip.
After the shooting, she experienced a kind of survivor's guilt premised on the belief that this connection somehow implicated her. In her fourteen-year-old mind, it went like this: Because the boys were dead, they could not eat. Because they could not eat, she should not eat, either.
CoCo was listening, occasionally getting up to play with the dog, or offering us food, or wiping tears from her eyes. She tried to find foods to tempt her. She gave her Carnation breakfast drinks to get the bare minimum of nutrients into her body. Casie talked about her longtime boyfriend, whom she met during a high school theater production when they were both fifteen.
He was the only kid who noticed that she was barely eating, and this touched her. She liked him for that. Trauma plays out differently for people. Jim Adams, who heads the Geauga County Board of Mental Health and Recovery Services, told me that many factors play into how resilient people are in the face of trauma, including how close they were to the triggering event and what difficult and stressful experiences affected them in the past.
After the Chardon shooting, some of the first calls into Adams's crisis line were from Vietnam veterans, for whom the shooting brought back terrible memories. This is a common pattern in communities that have experienced a mass school shooting, he said.
For years, Casie told me, she denied needing help. Then, in college, she began to see counselors. Her boyfriend worried about her. It seemed to have an effect, CoCo told me, even if "it was not the whole solution for her. As she methodically ripped a piece of cardboard into tinier and tinier shreds at her mother's table, she told me how angry she was that shootings kept happening.
The three of us and Rain got into CoCo's car, and we drove to a quaint little town called Chagrin Falls, where we had lunch and looked at a waterfall. Over ice cream, Casie talked about her plans for her wedding in a few years. It would be whimsical and Peter Pan-themed. Her world-weariness dropped away as she described the table decorations. She was all enthusiasm and wonder, and she suddenly seemed very young. Lately, Danny has noticed that his bad days are worse, but his good days are better.
Rather, it is as if Danny's emotions are magnified. When he's down, he's really down. When he's up, he's profoundly up.
Sometimes Danny feels inspired by the idea that he is living for Russell. It has happened too often, and at too-perfect moments, he said, to be a coincidence. Other times, he turns the anger around in his mind like a fidget spinner.
Sadness begets anger, frustration begets anger. One day he was finishing drywall and another worker shot a nail gun without warning. The sound, so much like the. He never sought out therapy in a concerted way. Just a few sessions. Instead, he finds peace in his daily routine: the work, which often keeps him too busy to think, and his downtime.
He bought an off-road vehicle to take himself rambling with friends in the hills of West Virginia, where he feels happy and free. He goes hunting, trapping, and fishing; gigging frogs, shooting squirrels and deer. Guns have been part of his life since he was a kid; hunting was one of the few things his father taught him when he was around, which was almost never.
Gratitude for the people who saved him, the people who came into his life just when he needed them, and, most of all, for his boss. The longer Danny stayed on, the more his boss taught him: the art and speed of drywall, but also other things, like patience and kindness. Opening doors for old folks, making chitchat with strangers in line at the gas station.
His boss also talked about Jesus. After the shooting, Danny could not imagine how a loving God could allow such terrible things to happen.
But in time, he began to see that faith was what set his boss apart. He wanted to go back to his house to check on his chickens. One of his housemates had already gathered their eggs, so we headed into his shed, where he picked mud off his UTV and talked about his fantasy of building a cabin in the woods. One Monday morning not too long ago, Danny woke up thinking of Russell.
He was still thinking about him as he drove to work. Right as he thought that, three geese began to fly just above his truck, as if they were going where he was going. Two small ones on the sides. And in the middle, a big one, built like an ox. The two smaller ones flew off, but the big one stayed for a moment, hovering above his truck.
Danny smiled. When the big one flew off, as if to emphasize the point, it left behind the only thing a goose can leave on a windshield. It was so like Russell to do that. United States. Type keyword s to search.
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