Been There
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- Location
- Florida
When I was 11 years old, I met a little blonde haired girl that lived across the street from my Aunt and Uncle. Even at 11, I fell in love. She lived two states away from me, so I only saw her during my visits in the summer. As we grew older, I would dream about her and knew that someday we would marry. My mom and dad died early in my life in an airplane crash, so I went to live with my Aunt and Uncle.
We dated during high school, talked about marriage and having children, but after school, I went to the Naval Academy and then to flight school and finally, I was flying in wars. I kept writing to her and she would write back and then one day, the letters stopped coming. I didn't know what happened, so I called her from my base in Saudi Arabia. She told me that she had fallen in love with another man and didn't know how to tell me. I moved on.
Years later, I learned that her husband had died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 51. I went to see her and she greeted me with a big hug and kiss. She asked me to take her for a ride. We drove around town for almost an hour and then she decided that we should stop at a park and go for a walk. As we were walking, a man approached us and asked for a dollar to buy a hot dog. I said that I would give him the last ten dollar bill in my pocket. After I gave him the money, he pulled a knife on me and asked for my wallet. I told him OK as I reached around my back. I kept a 9mm inside my waist at my back. I pulled my gun and told him that he had only 3 seconds to drop the knife or his name would be in tomorrow's obituary column. He dropped the knife. I told to start running and not to stop. He took off like a jackrabbit.
My girlfriend grabbed me and wouldn't let go. She was scared beyond belief. She said that he was going to kill me first, then rape and kill her. I had a hard time consoling her. After almost an hour of talking it out, she asked me to take her home, so I did. She wanted me to go inside with her and at her request, we spent the night together. In the morning, she told me that I had to leave. I was left totally confused. I asked her why, but he said that I was just to leave and not return, PLEASE.
I did as she asked. Yesterday, I received a phone call from a mutual friend of ours telling me that she had died. I asked how. He said he didn't know. I am stuck with the question Should I go to the funeral on Friday. I think no, but my heart says yes. Maybe if I go, I will get the answers to the questions that I am seeking.
We dated during high school, talked about marriage and having children, but after school, I went to the Naval Academy and then to flight school and finally, I was flying in wars. I kept writing to her and she would write back and then one day, the letters stopped coming. I didn't know what happened, so I called her from my base in Saudi Arabia. She told me that she had fallen in love with another man and didn't know how to tell me. I moved on.
Years later, I learned that her husband had died suddenly of a heart attack at the age of 51. I went to see her and she greeted me with a big hug and kiss. She asked me to take her for a ride. We drove around town for almost an hour and then she decided that we should stop at a park and go for a walk. As we were walking, a man approached us and asked for a dollar to buy a hot dog. I said that I would give him the last ten dollar bill in my pocket. After I gave him the money, he pulled a knife on me and asked for my wallet. I told him OK as I reached around my back. I kept a 9mm inside my waist at my back. I pulled my gun and told him that he had only 3 seconds to drop the knife or his name would be in tomorrow's obituary column. He dropped the knife. I told to start running and not to stop. He took off like a jackrabbit.
My girlfriend grabbed me and wouldn't let go. She was scared beyond belief. She said that he was going to kill me first, then rape and kill her. I had a hard time consoling her. After almost an hour of talking it out, she asked me to take her home, so I did. She wanted me to go inside with her and at her request, we spent the night together. In the morning, she told me that I had to leave. I was left totally confused. I asked her why, but he said that I was just to leave and not return, PLEASE.
I did as she asked. Yesterday, I received a phone call from a mutual friend of ours telling me that she had died. I asked how. He said he didn't know. I am stuck with the question Should I go to the funeral on Friday. I think no, but my heart says yes. Maybe if I go, I will get the answers to the questions that I am seeking.
