The Smell Of Death

As I mentioned before, two things occurred while on my way to college today. The second was something that slowed me down for a moment. Now that I think of it, there was also the issue of the leaning tree of death. Therefore there were three things that were most touching and telling. The other occurrance was so striking. It most definately left an impression on me... one that shall remain with me forever. There is a display. I believe it is sponsored by the institution/group called M.A.D.D. That acronym stands for Mothers Against Drunk Driving. The display consists of a car that had been involved in a collision, along with a big sign that says Don't Drink and Drive. When I first noticed the display, my thought was, This may be where someone has died. As I approached the vehicle, my impression was that the odds are that someone did die in this wreckage. As I slowly neared the vehicle, I almost became arrested. The smell of death eminated out of the wreck with such a strong force, it took me back. My next thought was, due the fact that the interior of the car is exposed because of how it was destroyed in the crash, that may be the smell of mold. I apprehensively looked on into the interior of the fateful wreck. After a moment, I noticed a blue latex glove, turned inside out, as they become after being removed from the hand of the one wearing it. I thought, This must have been an emt's glove, taken off at the scene and mistakingly left behind. I continued to investigate the remains of that horrid event. I then noticed it... a bag that looked similar to a bag one would find at a hospital for personal belongings, only smaller. I saw there were more items indicating someone had been hurt, such as another glove. You see, since the car had been struck on the driver's side, and the biggest impact of the the wreckage held there, though, the destruction spilled even across the entire length of the windshield, I originally thought that this car had been parked somewhere and was unfortunately struck by a blow of alcoholism. When I laid eyes upon that bag... with those words on it... I knew something different. PLEASE DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!!!! -SD

Originally posted at another web site on a forum as a seperate topic.

Local Miracle Discovered In A Hit And Run

Be on the look-out for an upcoming story of a gentleman whom may have just had himself a miracle, y'all. He, not too long ago, had been in an auto accident, and, it was such that he nearly could have died! He made it through. As his wife, a MSW that works at my college, was telling the story, within the walls of our campus' Resource Center, I immediately realized that her husband may have been saved by some supernatural force. She still can't get over the fact that it was found, through an investigation of the scene, that the airbags did not deploy. However, that may just be the thing that saved him. I saw evidence of the wreckage that she eagerly pulled out of her purse to show me. Those pictures shall be posted, here, in the future. When I saw the damage, I realized that, he may have needed those airbags not to deploy so that he could be ejected from the car. After looking at the pictures, I felt that, he may not have made it. I asked her about that possibility, and she said yes, that's what authorities had told her. Yet, she still feels the bags should have deployed. Of course, she does not mean to imply that she wished her husband was not ejected and felt the full impact, no, not at all. As it stands, he nearly lost his arm. There will be much more to come of this story, here, on this site. I asked the lady if it is alright if I report her story. After taking about 2 seconds to think about it, she said yes, that it may just help us find out who the culprit was, is, in this hit and run. -SD

Soon To Come!!!

An article I shall create entitled, "Local Prostitute Offered More Than Money". Be on the look-out for this heartwarming story. Thanxx, y'all. -SD

Another Jillian Sighting!!!

Yes, my sweet, you were spotted by me, your mother, once again, at my college, the other day. This time, my dear sweet little girl, I was so bold as to ask for the time from the woman you were with... not the "wicked ^^^^^^ mother", this time, thank goodness! ... Or, I may have been thrown into another panick attack. You were so lovely, a perfect vision of childlike innocence and beauty. You always have a skip in your step, a dance-like wiggle in your walk, and a song in your heart. You are my hero... heroine! I love you, Baby Girl!!! The woman called you "baby girl" as you were about to leave the campus. Ironically, we were both leaving at exactly the same time. I wonder what other parallels we hold. I want you to know, for when you read this one day, that your father and I first gave you that nickname, along with "JillieGirl". I created a book, entitled, JillieGirl, Out and About! It is from the JillieGirl series. Oh, you are so loved and treasured. Your youngest brother often says he loves you and needs you. I would have put this in as a comment in our family news post. However, I felt this warranted it's own post! You are a true Queen. When you were a baby, and I would push you in your stroller, particularly one day, I thought of you as my Queen, not "Princess" as most little girls are refered to. I am glad you did not recognize me, for that may have caused problems. By the grace of God, you never seem to look up at the times you pass by me in the halls of that campus. As it stands, you may not so easilly recognize me these days for it has been about four years since you and I have spent time with oneanother, and you are only 7. You shall be eight very soon. Happy Birthday in advance! (For, by the time you read this, Happy Belated Birthday, Sweet Love!) I am lucky to have seen you. I feel privileged to have seen you those so few times of late! I need you, too. Love, always, Your Mom -SD
Someday...

Update On Man In Need Of Bypass

I fall nearly wordless, now. But, I shall muddle through this one. As it states in the post immediately below, the gentleman, once again, did not receive that bypass. And he was scheduled for it, with yet another "appointment", and everything! Again, such an outrage!!! Something I found important is something that came from him. I quickly wrote it down on any old piece of scratch paper I could find. I often write down his words. He is a man of wisdom, probably so much more than he could ever imagine. If only he could always utilize his God given wisdom in the most appropriate and constructive of manners, and, at all times, he could get even farther in life. He could get so far, that, one day, he could be in a position to help others. I just pray that he has a life, a long life left to live, and does not die at the hands of neglect from the Medical INDUSTRY!!! Anyway, these were those words:
This is happening "because I need to see a certain doctor and they just backshafted me to next week." I say, they just now realized he needs to see a certain doctor!??! -SD

Matters Of The Heart

This just in! SDRoads hurt by a loved one, whom, it turns out, was not a loved one at all! I guess love is supposed to be a two-way street, at least, the healthy kind of love. But what do you do when someone whom you cared for, a family member, doesn't feel the same way, and, you found out, with most assurity, years later?! I found out yesterday, at exactly 4:28 p.m., West Coast time! It was within a text from someone refering to another family member. Oh, I had my suspicions, and all, throughout the years, but, always just let it go and turned the other cheek. I feel a compulsion to say that this did make me softly cry and carry a frown, the perpetual, nearly child-like "sad face" on my way home. What I can't understand is, why this person would choose this time to state these things. Another loved one, both a family member to us, went to the hospital, yet again, for a much needed bypass, which, I might add, he did not receive! (See above story for the updates to that news entry.) It also came at a most difficult time for me, as well, given what I had just previously physically and emotionally endured at that timeframe, not long, not long at all, before that hurtful text came in on the line. On my bathroom break from school (Sorry to be so informal, and nearly graphic, there.) , I noticed a book in the hall showcase. It is entitled, Eight Habits of the Heart : Embracing the Values that Build Strong Families and Communities , by Clifton L. Taulbert. I guess I was "stopping to smell the roses", as they say, as I stepped down that hallway. I am quite sure it is a lovely and heartfelt book. Though, I can not recommend it for I have not read it yet, I just thought it would be an appropriate mention in this post. Posed by SDRoads