It was a beautiful late July afternoon, such a beautiful day, you wouldn’t want to sit at home. I have gone for a walk a couple blocks to a neighborhood corner store. This store sold soda, cigarettes, lottery tickets. I bought a soda and walked outside to go home. A car stopped and a young man said, “Hello.”. He continued to tell me he was going to a music school and that he was from out of town. I replied and noticed a very handsome blonde haired man sitting in the back seat. They were very happy, smiling on such a lovely day. The driver asked if I wanted to go for a ride. Of course, you do not go for a ride with a stranger. I thought I had met the man in the back seat before. I said, “No.” He said, “Maybe I can call you later and we can go out.”. I replied, “Sure, maybe.”. I gave him my phone number. He said, “I will give you a call tonight.”. When I got home, I wondered if he was going to give me a call. He didn’t. I learned the next day of a horrible accident at the bend of the road not to far. It was the young men I spoke to that afternoon in the accident and a female. The driver and the female died in the accident.
I am glad I turned down their offer for a ride on that sunny afternoon in July.
This is a true story that happened to me and the reason I say that is because I still find it hard to think that it could happen to anyone, or myself. My fiance had died two months before we were to get married. That kind of love that you can never find again. He passed out on the train tracks in Buloxi, Mississippi and was hit by a train. I was devastated by the loss, but, I had to get on with my life. I quit the job I was working at and found a bartending job in a nearby town. My fiance’s mother told be I should go on with my life and try to date. That isn’t what I wanted to hear. While tending bar, I met someone. We went out one night and he got us drinks. I remember taking a sip of the drink and suddenly, I had the worst feeling, an undescribable feeling. I had just lost control of my life. I told him, “I need for us to go outside.”. We did and he smiled and I said, “I do not feel good.” I knew that my life was in danger and that he was in control of it. He drove me to his place. Driving my car, he drove me all over, we even went to New York City and stayed at a motel. This three weeks of horror, I do not remember everything that happened. I do remember bits and pieces. While staying in New York, I remember leaving the motel room alone and walked the streets of New York City. How I found my way back, I do not know. I was hungry, I hadn’t eaten. When we stopped at a store, I was going to take an apple, but, the store clerk said to me, “You can’t just take that, put it back!” I couldn’t even utter the words, “Please help.” My “date” was finally driving me back home. When I got near home, I stepped out of the car and started to stream. An ambulance arrived. I was brought to the hospital. After two weeks of being in the hospital, upon dismissal the nurse asked me, “Did you take any drugs?”. I said, “No.”. She said, “Well, we found a huge amount of barbiturates in your system.” This happened to me many years ago. It sometimes does not seem like it really happened. I guess you could say I am lucky to be alive. Yes, after an experience like that, I do thank God that I survived it. Maybe it was a miracle that I lived through it. I would never wish anyone to have the experience I did and I pray you never do.
I live in a small city in New England. It was an October evening. I decided to walk to visit a friend. There was a full moon. There had been reports lately that one should use care when walking at night. I reached my friends apartment, finding he was not home, I decided to start to walk home. I passed a laundromat and remarked to a man leaning against the wall that I was going to get a washer-dryer. I walked to a courtyard and sat on a bench deciding to admire the fool moon before walking up the hill home. It was starting to get dark. No one was around. The man that was leaning on the wall at the laundromat was walking towards me where I was sitting on the bench. He sat down next to me. He was six feet, about 180 pounds, long braided hair. He started to tell me that he has a girlfriend and a part time job. He was finding it difficult to support her and he did not get along with her family. I asked him how old he is, “Twenty-five”, he stated. I replied, “When I was your age it took me a while to get the things I wanted.” I then said to him, “I think I am going to get home.” He looked at me with blank, black eyes and said, “Before you go, I want your purse and all your money.” I said, slowly getting up, “I don’t have any money.” I ran quickly to the end of the court, trying to decide if I should try to run to the closest bar or run home. I stopped and turned to look where he was, and he was walking towards me, about ten feet away, when he said, “I have a knife.” I ran quickly to the door to city hall and prayed the door was unlocked on this evening. As I opened the door to safety, I felt him grab my purse off my shoulder and I fell to my knees inside the door. I ran up the stairs and a man was still working in his office. I screeched, “A man just assaulted me. He stole my purse.” The secretary said, “We have to call the police and report it.” The officer came, he methodically took my picture and my report. I asked the police officer if he would give me a ride home. When I got in the police cruiser, I noticed the officer had a bandage on his leg. I asked him, “What happened to you?” He replied that he had walked in on a burglary. I asked him if he thought I should still walk to choir rehearsal in the evening. He said, “Yeah, we’ll be around. People think this town will be like it was twenty or thirty years ago again. It won’t. People are meaner now.” I could feel how close to death I had just been and I realised how vain I really am. When I got home, relieved, I was now safe, I turned on the t.v. and watched the movie ‘Carrie’. A few days later my wallet had been mailed to me by someone who found it in the bushes.
One night I went outside on the back porch which goes to up to the second story. I was looking at the night’s sky with my telescope. There was to be an eclipse of the moon that night…
Source: UFO Sighting – Sleigh with Red Light in Front
Okay, I get it, it’s the economy. But how is the average citizen going to have their word as to how they feel today’s economy is treating them. There are a lot of people who are hurting today financially. Prices are too high today for the middle-class to enjoy a comfortable lifestyle. Well, maybe the middle-class can swing it, you know the monthly bills that every household should pay, rent, utilities, cable, car payment, groceries. It all sounds nice, but it reality, how can a single mom afford to pay $1000.00 a month for renting an apartment, take care of her children, making sure they have nice clothes, good food on the table, and transportaion to their favorite hobbies? Who are the current pricing system aimed at, millionares? Some prices are going so high, you would think we have a million dollar income to live comfortable. Rent in the 1970s was about $300.00 a month, utilities was low, groceries were low, and you did not pay for watching television. Television programs that we watched at home was free. Now, companies like Comcast want the average family to pay almost $100.00 a month to watch television. Guess what? The Comcast executive is making millions of dollars a year for his annual income. Treating himself to only the best and his income is from the high payments we make each month to Comcast to watch television. Comcast execs are not the only company who love to set the high prices on their products. Your monthly bills that are a necessity for a comfortable life, your rent, the groceries, are all priced high so that the retailer can make a few million a year, while the middle class is trying to pay all their bills each month and have a little left for entertainment. Yes, it’s the enconomy, stupid, and when prices are so high, that the only way is for the prices to come down, and you have politians wondering why so many people are unhappy, just remember in politics, are politicians are voted in to make American lives in some way better. The polictians should not look into the eyes of the listening audience and say, ‘It’s the economy, stupid.’