If you know me you know I love to talk and share my opinion. So this could be dangerous- giving me a spot that I can say what I want. I did this for awhile on myspace and realized that I had way too much to say and have a terrible flaw of misspelling things. So, if you get hung up on spelling and grammar you better stop reading. I'm going to use this as my daily journal so if you don't want to know what's going on in a crazy 35 year old females head leave now. Run as fast you can.
I guess I'll tell you a little about me so you will understand my blogs. I have a lot going on in my life right now. I am a wife, a mother of 2 (5 and 7 year old boys), a therapist at a nursing home which makes for lots of stories, a daughter who doesn't call home enough, a 1st grade children's ministry teacher, a volunteer at my churches food pantry, a cub scout mom, and right now the biggest thing -a survivor. Of what? you will have to read future blogs to find out.
I'll tell you about my childhood. I lived on a farm of 300 acres in upstate NY. I spent most of my days alone roaming my parents land and finding all of God's beautiful treasures that he has put on this earth for us to enjoy. That's where I get most of my Tomboy traits. I would spend from sunrise to sunset out in the fields fishing, climbing trees, picking berries, hunting wildlife to ADMIRE not to kill, and staring at the stars with a flashlight and astronomy book in hand. I had a bike and a four wheeler and 300 acres was like a whole planet for me to explore. Till this day I can tell you every berry patch, ever stream, and every climbable tree on that land. I had a great childhood. With a few bumps, a year in and out of the hospital at 16 diagnosed with a rare heart condition, and a broken heart along the way its was like a storybook.Well until one day.
When I was a freshman in college I still lived at home and still looked very young. I had decided to go for a walk on the road that I had lived on for 18 years. A road that I could walk blindfolded and backwards.
I can still remember that day well. It was a hot sunny day. Perfect day for a walk. I put my hair up in a ponytail and that probably took another few years off of my face. I put on my headset with my James Taylor tape in and off I went on my daily walk.
You know they say that you should change your routine up if you walk or run? Nobody told me this. Why would they have to? I mean I live in a place that everyone knows everyone and if a strange car is in the area everyone knows it. Or do they? They don't - but I wouldn't find this out till later.
I can still see that car. A stranger. They say you have a 6th sense. I feel like more like It's Gods way of telling you something is wrong or right. I felt it. That day I felt fear - danger. FEAR that screamed this is not right. the car had come up from behind me. I heard the car and had walked over into the grass to allow them plenty of room to go around. It seemed they were going too slow like they were maybe going to ask me for directions. They didn't. For the next mile on the straight away I could see they were going to slow to have a destination and I picked up my speed. A jog. If I could make it a little further up the road I would be close enough to a house that maybe someone would hear me scream. - you know when your scared a scream doesn't come out? Your voice becomes a traitor. Another lesson learned on that day. Then I seen that very same car coming back towards me. Do I look to tell them I'm not afraid. I don't. I pick up my speed and click my tape player off. I'm not sure how long it was before I heard the car come up behind me again. Seconds....minutes..........? The tires made a sound in the stones on the edge of the road that still till this day makes my skin crawl.
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