After they “deliberately put peanuts into an allergic teammate’s locker,” adolescent football players have come under scrutiny.
At the age of nine months, Carter Mannon’s allergy to peanuts was identified.
He’s managed to lead a regular life and even join the Lake Travis High School varsity football team in Texas by being cautious.
But according to Mannon’s mother, his friends stocked his locker with potentially fatal amounts of peanuts after learning about his allergy.
Shawna Mannon tells People that she remembers the exact moment her son’s allergy became apparent: “My husband was making a peanut butter sandwich right next to him while he was sitting on the counter.” Carter accidentally smeared peanut butter over himself when he reached inside the container.
He immediately developed hives; they were just like his handprint. At that point, we understood, “Oh, he must be allergic.”
His severe allergy was well-recorded at his school.
He had actually had the same symptoms on a previous event when he inadvertently consumed a tainted cookie, necessitating two EpiPen doses and a hospital visit.
Anaphylaxis is a severe, perhaps fatal allergic reaction, according to the Mayo Clinic. The immune system unleashes a barrage of chemicals during anaphylaxis, which may send the body into shock. Breathing becomes difficult due to a quick drop in blood pressure and narrowing of the airways. You can develop a skin rash and a rapid, weak pulse. Additionally, you can feel queasy and throw up.The immediate treatment for anaphylaxis is an injection of epinephrine. It may be lethal if treatment is delayed.
Mannon experienced another frightening event following this shock, and according to his mother, it wasn’t an accident this time.
She claims that Mannon’s comrades chose to pull a potentially fatal “prank” on their fellow member who suffers from severe allergies.
Shawna clarifies: “They were teasing each other a little bit and asked, ‘But could it kill you if it touched you?’” “Yeah, it absolutely could,” he responds. It would cause anaphylactic shock if it got in his mouth, eyes, or nose. He then admitted to them that “yes, it could definitely kill me.”When they returned the following day, just before the game, they found peanuts in his cleats, on his jersey, and in his locker.
“They just kind of scattered a can of peanuts throughout his locker and put it in his cleats,” the source said.
Mannon reacted quickly and severely, breaking out in hives on his arm.
After the event was reported, the males implicated were made to swap locker rooms, bench for two days, and complete extra runs during practice.
Shawna, though, asserts that Mannon received criticism for this.
“The kid would flick him as he’s walking down the hall from behind,” the accuser says. There was a great deal of verbal abuse. Someone once placed a peanut butter granola bar in his backpack while he was in the locker room.
Shawna reported the claimed incident to the school board, but it was determined that it was not bullying.
“Bullying is a very specific behavior under the Texas Education Code, defined as an act or pattern of acts that physically harms a student or materially and substantially disrupts the educational process,” a spokeswoman of the Lake Travis Independent School District tells People. After our study was finished, we concluded that bullying did not meet the legal requirements.
Due to the abuse, Carter has since transferred schools; Shawna said she felt the school was “no longer a safe place for him.”
I Discovered Hotel Receipts in My Husband’s Car, Unveiling a Painful Truth — but Karma Dealt with Him Harshly
My husband, Derek, and I have been inseparable for what seems like an eternity. We’ve built a life together, raising two children and merging everything from bank accounts to daily routines. We even drafted a prenuptial agreement, not out of mistrust but to sidestep any messy disputes should we ever split. I never imagined I would need it.
Derek has been a model family man and a respected sales agent at a top corporation, skillfully juggling work and home life. However, his work usually included some travel and meeting new clients, but recently, his business trips became suspiciously frequent.
About a month ago, I noticed these trips seemed excessive, with him out of town almost every week. Despite this uptick in travel, Derek didn’t mention any new clients or significant work changes that might explain his absences.
This unusual pattern triggered my curiosity and worry. One weekend while Derek visited a friend, I took it upon myself to clean his car, a chore he usually did himself.
While vacuuming and wiping down surfaces, I discovered a batch of receipts hidden in the glove compartment. My heart raced as I looked at them—one hotel room, the same local hotel, repeatedly booked on days he was supposedly out of town.
At first, I tried to find reasonable explanations—perhaps a mistake in the receipts or he was helping a friend. But deep down, doubt had taken root, and I couldn’t shake it off.
Resolved to uncover the truth, I began to monitor Derek’s activities more closely, noting when he left home and where he claimed to be going. I gathered any receipts I could find, scrutinizing them for clues. Occasionally, another hotel receipt would turn up, each one sending a jolt through me.
As evidence accumulated, a clear but unwelcome picture began to form. Despite this, I hadn’t confronted Derek; torn between disbelief and the harsh reality before me.
Tension thickened in our home as Derek’s excuses became more and more flimsy. One day, he abruptly said, “I have to leave urgently,” and I just nodded, pretending indifference. Inside, though, I was seething with suspicion.
Unable to bear the lies any longer, I followed him one evening after he rushed out. I discreetly trailed him to the very hotel listed in those receipts.
From a hidden spot in the lobby, I watched heartbroken as Derek and a woman laughed and touched intimately before embracing passionately—a sight that shattered me.
Overcome with emotion, I confronted them. Their faces registered shock and guilt as Derek stuttered an explanation I refused to hear.
The following days were a whirlwind of arguments and painful revelations. It turned out this woman was not just a fling; Derek thought they had something meaningful.
But karma struck swiftly. I later learned from a friend that this woman had tricked Derek into opening a joint bank account to start their “new life” together, only to drain it and vanish, leaving him ruined both financially and emotionally.
This twist of fate didn’t please me. Instead, it left a void filled with the sorrow of our disintegrated family life. Derek was crushed, fooled by someone he trusted, much like he had deceived me.
As we navigated our separation, the prenup I once saw as unnecessary now felt like a crucial safeguard for preserving what remained for our children.
Despite the pain, I couldn’t help feeling a touch of sympathy for Derek, remembering the love we once shared.
Now, in the silence of our once shared living room, I reflect on the deep scars left by betrayal and the long road to recovery ahead. Moving on is necessary—for me, our children, and even Derek—as we all seek to heal and reclaim our lives.
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