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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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I hovered about < !signature-->thirty to fifty feet above what appeared to to an accident it’s as clear today as the day it happened fourteen years ago I can’t forget the day you see it was so unbearably hot the sixth day of June a day that would later become the most memorable day of my years to follow it was clear though the young man had been run from the road by an oncoming vehicle but oddly enough the actual collision took place many feet from the boulevard as though the man had been chased from the highway and into yards of tall grass I saw the aid vehicles and fire trucks it was quite a spectacle as it happened bordering four separate counties even the media had shown up it came to be that the couple in the other vehicle were fine and had told the police that the man must of been drunk to run them off the road that way the broken man lying on the ground made an attempt to speak but his voice was barely audible so muddled they were sure he had been drinking subsequently one of the patrolmen became so irritated he hit him a number of times with his billy club the media got it on film howbeit the evening headlines read of how another drunk driver had been removed from the highways and may even be dead but what they never did tell was how the man was taken to a nearby rich folks hospital and after a few X-rays & blood test come to find the man had never been drinking at all and the garbled voice was because of multiple ribs that had been broken and a collapsed lung and they were very sorry but he would have to be treated somewhere else because of financial reason and they needed to do it in a hurry as he was sure to die of pneumonia and could maybe live thirty minutes or so nor did the media follow up on how the policeman that beat him with his club hurried to the hospital early the first light of dawn while the man was still under the influence of Demerol and anesthesia told him if he signed some papers he wouldn’t have to go to jail which he unfortunately but did unconsciously sign and only I can tell you this story... you see... I was the one that hovered from above watching. Dale Wayne VanSickle Gwaltney October 2000 © 2000 Faith Island (All Rights Reserved) Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner 'tis my delight. ~Marge Tindal~ [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 10-29-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Dale--what a chilling story...it is so easy to read somthing wrong and assume something that isn't true...great writing, my friend...and killer ending! |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
this is a very powerful tale. I enjoyed it, the ending was bold. "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey."" Laurie Lee Kathleen |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Martie, What a chilling story it was too and true... I remember calling Rj and telling her... and I'm glad the ending wasn't killer! Irish Rose, It surely was powerful but by no means a tale. dale Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal |
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Ron K. Fox Senior Member
since 2000-10-24
Posts 925 |
You retell this tale well, as the one wronged. Captivated me. How many things go like this unnoticed or covered up? It would make us all shudder. |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Mr. Fox, How many things do go like this unnoticed or covered up? I would never have thought this could happen to any of us. Rj had been after me to write of it, but what can any say? It's been almost 17 years now... and there's much more of the tale you'd never believe. The owner of the car file a court action for the expense of his car two years after the accident wanting me to buy him a new car. It was a good thing my lawyer caught it. People are strange. If they can't kill you, they'll sue you for your life instead. Today is all and well thank God... dale |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Yes, lucky was the one wronged in this case, and it still makes me shudder. I nearly lost him for the rest of my earthly life, due to the driver who, under the influence of heroin, ran him off the road. Lucky's protesting, in agony, shock and hysteria, resulted in the policeman beating him in rage. And that "human being" did manage to get himself out of it just like that. Sometimes this world is so unfair. Good thing Heaven isn't. No tears there. The spiritual wind that holds survivors aloft, plants the seeds from which bloom new hope ... R.J.G. |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lucky~ And I would dare say Lucky would have been a good name to have on that awful day. What an intimate story you've shared in your usual brilliant fashion. Just remember that somewhere there sits three other people who also remember their acts and deeds on that day. May it dwell with them in haunting fashion for all of their days ! I thank God for sparing your life. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
RJ, I can never thank you enough for your prayers... Withfive broken ribs a collapsed lung, heart intrusion, broken hip and foot... you know I wanted to die because of the pain. Glad for those prayers... mush love dale Marge, I have often thought to get back at them somehow... and I think I'd like them to find this and realize... But really, the only thing I can say is "I'm glad I'm not in God's shoes to judge those" thanks for such words... So glad he spared me... much love all, dale Writing isn't just something I do, it's something I am. To write of feelings that touch all hearts in some manner is my delight. -Marge Tindal |
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