STEPHEN'S BUGGY REPAIR

Stephen Micheal Kinser

 STEPHEN MICHEAL KINSER  SON, BROTHER, UNCLE.
  BORN JULY 24 1979...........DIED DECEMBER 24 1997

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THIS SITE IS DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF STEPHEN MICHAEL KINSER. BROTHER AND SON.

BORN JULY 24, 1979 IN LAS VEGAS, NEVADA. MURDERED DECEMBER 24, 1997. OUR MOTIVE IS TO HAVE STEPHEN'S NAME REMEMBERED IN A GOOD LIGHT BY AS MANY PEOPLE AS POSSIBLE.

STEPHEN WAS A NORMAL TEENAGER. HE COULD TEST OUR PATIENCE TO NO END WITH HIS EAGERNESS TO TASTE LIFE. BUT HE VALUED GOOD MORALS LIKE ACCEPTING THE FACT THAT LIFE COULD BE A STRUGGLE. THE EXAMPLE OF WORKING IN A FASTFOOD STARTER JOB OVER BEING IN A GANG SAID THAT. ALSO HE WOULD BRAG ABOUT BEING AN ORGAN DONOR. HE DID GIVE THE GIFT OF LIFE AND BETTER LIVING TO SEVERAL PEOPLE. HERE ARE A FEW PHOTOS OF STEPHEN AS HE WAS GROWING UP.

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STEPHEN AT 18 MONTHS

PONY

I WANTED A VW

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COOKIE MONSTER

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PLAYING AT LAKE MEAD

stephen eating

MUNCHIES AT THE LAKE

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DREAMS OF BEING A RACECAR DRIVER

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STEPHEN AND JASON 6 YEARS AND 361 DAYS APART

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ZACHARY AND STEPHEN STEPHEN'S LAST PHOTO

stephen and his sisters STEPHEN AND HIS BABY SISTERS

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A Mothers View

On the morning of 12-24-97 I talked to my youngest son Stephen. We talked about that night when he was coming over with my oldest son Jason & his family for Christmas. He was going to work and would be over after he got off. At 3:O'clock in the afternoon we got a phone call that Stephen had been hurt. We had no idea how bad. A man had shot our son in the back of his head.

Stephen had no idea he had been shot, he never knew what happened & he never saw it coming . I couldnt believe he had died . It's a pain that doesn't go away and it leaves an emptiness in your heart. You never think of losing a child before you, and you never think they would be murdered. The person who shot my son has not been punished for this crime.

Stephen was a good kid, he was kind and would do anything to help you if he could. He didn't hurt anybody. I know your in a better place, and I will always love and miss you, on birthdays and holidays, and all the time I think of you.

Love

Mom

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Who is Stephen?

(A Brothers Story)

Our most asked question is "Who is Stephen?".

Well, Stephen's Buggy Repair © was opened on April 1st,1999 to help a father and brother deal with the loss of a son and brother, and a love affair with the aircooled Volkswagen. Our company name was founded in memory of Stephen, who was murdered Christmas Eve 1997 while taking a smoke break in the rear of his job.

From what we know, Stephen was outside of the restaruant smoking a cigarette when a guy approached him on a bicycle.Witnesses stated that it appeared the two of them had some sort of confrontation, and Stephen, not being one for confrontation, turned his back to the man throwing his hands up in the air as if to say "I've had enough of this" when the suspect shot him point-blank in the back of the head.

Thankfully, if you can be thankful, he was killed instantly, so he didn't suffer.The suspect was stopped by the police less than 5 minutes afterwards. The officer who stopped him noted he had a bag with .22 caliber bullets and other misc stuff. A homeless person who said she saw it, failed to ID him at the time of his detainment.

Subsequently he was released until two days later,when he was arrested on FELONY drug warrants that the detaining officer failed to run him for at the time of detainment. In the two days he was free, all evidence in his possesion, i.e. clothing which may or may not have had Stephens DNA on it,bicycle,the bag and anything else useful in prosecution disappeared.

The suspect's gun was recovered from Nellis Air Force Base property, but because it was a sawed of .22 rifle, a ballistics tests could not be performed, plus the bullet was too badly damaged for analysis. The barrel was recovered from the home he was staying at, made into a toy gun.

At his preliminary hearing we discovered how poorly our csi unit really performs by destroying what possible evidence that was collected from the scene.The same witness who failed to ID him the first time, was shown a photo lineup that was created that morning. She picked the suspect out of the lineup prior to testifying' Yet when she testified she stated that the photo ID and the suspect sitting in court where not the same person,even though she already ID'd him prior.

So due to lack of evidence and a witness who changed her story the State had to drop the charges. So now we wait on justice.

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The youngest brother: A sister’s story

July 24, 1979 a baby boy was born. That baby boy was my brother Stephen Michael. I remember the day well. I was 4. I waited anxiously knowing that when mom and dad returned home a baby would be with them. Sure enough that afternoon my dad came in and ran back out returning with my mom and a 10+ lb bouncing baby boy! I would always get so excited when a new baby was coming!

Stephen was a good baby and a fun kid. How he loved to play and run around. Sometimes he played too hard! Stephen sure had a way of keeping us on our toes! LOL! He had many battle wounds. The first…WOW! That was a doozy! Poor thing damn near castrated him self climbing into a play pen with out a diaper! I found him and being around 5 was unable to tell my mom EXACTLY what the problem was. My mom….oh how my mom freaked out. But my dad….hehehe…I thought he was going to pass out! When he was two he and our older brother Jason were playing in the kitchen. Stephen was in a chair on his knees and Jason playfully tossed a towel over his face and then quickly pulled it back. Stephen erupted with laughter. I loved that deep belly laugh! Well Stephen grabbed the towel and out of the chair he went. Head first onto the floor…..passing out in my moms arms. My dad rushed him to the E.R. I remember sitting and begging God not to let anything happen to him. When my dad later returned home with Stephen he ran in the house with a big smile on his face and as usual was ready to play. I remember quizzing the hell out of him to make sure the doctors hadn’t switched him! Oh…come on now…I was only 6! A few years later it was time for Stephen to learn to ride a bike….and what are big brothers and sisters for? I think he was around 6. Jason and I had him out in that back yard for hours just trying to teach him to use the brakes! He had the peddling part down but he didn’t know how to brake! So….in order for him to stop he would run right into the fence and fall over sideways. Jason and I would run by his side the whole length of the yard cheering him on and pick him up when he fell. Those were the most fun days! Little did we know mom and dad would stand in the kitchen and watch us….I’m sure they had some good laughs! I know I did! And then there was the tow bar…yes I said tow bar. Stephen and our sister Lisa running around outside playing chase. Lisa ran around the front of my dads dune buggy and as she rounded the front she grabbed the tow bar and just as Stephen rounded the corner BAM! Down it came onto his lip….yep….his lip! Have I mentioned yet that during all of the instances he NEVER cried? I am certain my mom did enough for them both! He was so strong and brave! Hmmm…he definitely kept everyone on their toes!

As Stephen got older he became such a gentleman. He was the kind of boy that would help an old lady cross the street. Such a cliché but really…that is how sweet of a person he was. One thing that I always admired him for was always standing up for the underdog. He didn’t like to see people down or being picked on and he would stand up for them but not in a confrontational way. He used reasoning. Something most teenage boys don’t have knowledge of. When he got a job he just couldn’t help himself buying gifts for my sisters Ashlie and Terri. They were 2 and 4. Every payday he would take them and buy them a new Barbie and always gave my mom money and or took her to lunch. He was a very generous person. If he had it and you needed it….it was yours. He also had a great sense of humor and always made everyone laugh. We used to sit out in the front of the house on weekends till at least midnight or 1. All the neighbor hood kids would be out with us and he would have everyone in tears from laughing so hard. He had this jacked up habit of “dead legging.” In case you are not familiar…that is when you are sitting …often times totally relaxed….and just when you least expect it..he would yell “DEAD LEG!!” and WHACK! He would Charlie horse the crap out of your leg. The “dead leg” was when you got up to go after him and down you went because your leg was in a big knot! Little shit! ;)

When Stephen turned 18 I was 21 and lived in Colorado Springs. We stayed in contact as much as possible. He had his life and I had mine. You know how it goes. I remember one night before I moved away I picked him up to come and hang out with us. We had the best time. All of us went to eat and go bowling. As much as it pains me to think it….that was the last time I had seen my brother alive. The last time I spoke to him was on my 22nd birthday when he called to say “Happy Birthday Sis!”

On December 24. 1997 The Good Lord called Stephen home. He was shot in his head while at work on Christmas Eve. It was mind numbing. For the first few months after his death I was in a different state of mind. The vibrant, kind hearted, fun loving, outgoing, giving, humorous young man who I knew as my brother Stephen Michael Kinser was tragically taken from us. My biggest fear was that he was cold and alone. Then I had the blessing of seeing him…seeing where he had gone. A beautiful peaceful place. A place like you can’t imagine and suddenly…I envied him! Not that I want to die but just that he is at a state of peace only God can provide. He is lucky and I know he is happy! I know he watches over us everyday and not just because he is with God but because that was the nature of his soul. I often see Stephen in my dreams…very often. I usually see him when he is younger…9-10. He always has on his little round glasses.

I have made peace with Stephen’s death. I have no choice but to do so. I know in my heart that he wants all of us to continue our lives and enjoy it as he so graciously did his. I also know in my heart that the person/persons responsible for his death will face their judgment. If not in this life then in death. He/they will face our maker and justice will be served. That….gives me great peace.

Till we meet again my brother I love you and will see you in my dreams! Angie

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2 PEAS IN A POD

ON JULY 24 1979 A BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY NAMED STEPHEN MICHEAL KINSER WAS BORN. HE GREW UP INTO A KIND, LOVING, HELPING, RESPECTFUL AND ALWAYS "PUTTING EVERYBODY BEFORE HIMSELF" YOUNG MAN, WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING TO TRY AND MAKE SURE NOBODY HAD TO GO WITH OUT. THEN ONE DAY 12-24-97... 10 YEARS AGO TODAY MY BROTHER WAS SHOT IN THE BACK OF HIS HEAD, AFTER HE AND THE SUSPECT EXCHANGED WORDS OF SOME KIND WITH EACH OTHER MY BROTHER PAID THE CONSEQUENCES FOR SOMEBODY ELSE'S STUPID DECISION. STEPHEN AND I WERE LIKE 2 PEAS IN A POD, WE WERE ATTACHED AT THE HIP, CAUSE WHEREVER HE WAS AT I WAS THERE TO. WHEN WE WERE IN SCHOOL EVERYBODY THOUGHT WE WERE TWINS EVEN THOUGH WE WEREN'T AND SO WHEN HE DIED I LOST PART OF ME, BECAUSE NOW ALL I FEEL IS A VOID.

I KNOW WHAT'S MISSING, THE ONLY THING IS... I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY? I'M SURE I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND WHY. BESIDES MY MOM AND MY SISTERS, STEPHEN WAS THE ONE PERSON WHO I CONFIDED IN. BESIDES MYSELF HE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. STEPHEN WAS A FUN, OUTGOING, BRIGHT SPIRITED, AND A "POSITIVE ADDITUDE HAVING" YOUNG MAN.

WE LOVE AND MISS YOU!

LISA

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EMPTINESS

A sisters poems

written by

Kimmie Kinser

 

Deep inside I feel this emptiness

Its like I'm missing something I need,

Could it be my older brother's lead?

It gets stronger each day he is gone

So for him I wait on the lawn.

Six years has passed and my brother's in heaven

But I'll pray he comes to visit in year seven.

I remember waking up and hearing his voice

Now all I hear is silence and not by choice.

Will this emptiness ever go away?

I pray it will one fine day.

What day will justice be paid?

Will it be the day when we have no more shade?

Now my brother's an angel

Who watches over my family and me

So one fine day this emptiness I feel,

It just might be healed.

You see my brother has his wings

And he can help me to fix bad things

My gaurdian Angel watches above

and that emptiness is replaced by his on going love.

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MEMORIES OF STEPHEN

(a nephews story)

by Kyle Kinser

The day I lost my uncle was the worst day of my life.My uncle's name Stephen Micheal Kinser. He was the most caring person you would ever meet. He was the best person in my life. Him and I would do everything together. We would go to the pool, cause we both loved to swim. It was our favorite place to be. I used dress like him because I wanted to be like him. On the morning of December 24, 1997 he woke up to go to work as always. I was already up eating breakfast, I was seven years old and was able to get up that early. Just as he was walking out of the house, as he was going for his bike to leave, I ran to the door and told him I loved him and goodbye. That was the last time I saw my uncle.

My uncle was murdered that day, in the middle of day, nobody saw it. He was working for a lady because she wanted to be with her kids on Christmas Eve. He was on his break outside, a man walked up to him, they exchanged words, my uncle turned to go back into work, the man pulled out a gun and shot my uncle in the back of his head. The man had no motive. He took off and threw the gun onto Nellis Air Force Base. They caught him, but let him go.

My uncle died later that night. It brought my family really close, because he influenced all of our lives. I miss him more than anything in this world. I have a tattoo in his memory over my heart where he will always be. God took my uncle from my family and I, but I dont blame Him for my uncle's death. God needed him in heaven. Plus we will be with him soon, so "It's All Good".

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MEMORIES

We just finished lunch on that Christmas eve day in 1997, We went outside to play. When dad called us in he said to get dressed. We moved as fast as we could, Terri and I looked at each other and I said Lisa ran away again. Then Dad took us to Mary's and whispered a few words and told us to stay there, then he moved on. We sat there for a few hours when a knock came to the door. Mom and Kimmie walked in, and Mary said something to Mom and Mom just dropped to the floor. Kimmie looked dazed and confused. When mom started crying Kimmie did to, and I felt there must be something I should do. When Dad got back a look of horror crossed Mom's face and Dad just nodded and held her as she cried. Then he sat us down and told us the news "Stephen passed away". I wasn't to sure what it meant, I just knew it wasn't good and when Kimmie cried it broke my heart. I sat there and I cried to. Now, here we are just ten years later and although his body has moved on, His spirit has not. We will always love and miss him very much. We always will know that our lives will be good, because as Stephen always said "It's all good " and so far it has been.

By:Ashlie

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A LITTLE SISTERS STORY

by

Terri

 

I was 5 years old when everything changed. It was on December 24th , 1997 ; my brother went into work to fill in for a co-worker. At three o clock , on Christgmas Eve, thats when we got the worst phone call ever. My dad answered it and right then, my sister and I were rushed down to our neighbor's house. We were left there and later my mom and other sister, Kimmie returned from the store. After talking with the neighbor mom left while leaving kimmie with us at the neighbors house. Later my dad and mom returned, both were crying hard.Ashlie and I were only 5 and 6 at the time and didnt really know what was going on. Our dad told us that our brother Stephen had passed away. I wasn't really surewhat that meant. Ashlie, she seemed to understand kind of because she started to cry. I was so puzzled, like 'What in the world ? , why is everyone crying?' Now almost 13 years later I understand that my brother is never coming back; but really, he never left because his soul will always live on. God just needed my brother and I thank Him for having my brother in a safe place. I love and miss you, Stephen, but will one day see you again. Your soul still lives on and we will never forget what a wonderful, kind-hearted person you are. So to Stephen, family and friends, yea 'Its all good'; at least he's in a better place and not suffering in any way.

'It's All Good'

UNTITLED

by

Terri

 

December 24, '97, that

was the day my brother

went to heaven ;

Eighteen years of age.

He left when I was five,

Man! I wish he was still

alive.

 

I won't be sad about about

the family's loss, 'cause

I know God sent wings to

him with a gentle toss.

 

My brother Stephen is

now safe above,

he is my Guardian Angel

soaring like a dove.

 

I love and miss Stephen

very much, but i know now

not to worry a whole bunch.

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