KillerMuffin
Seraphically Disinclined
- Joined
- Jul 29, 2000
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I just had the everlasting hell scared out of me today. That means I'll be a good girl for a while, no doubt.
I thought I knew what scary was, the knife on my breast, the gun in my ribs, the sounds of sporadic gunfire in the background during telephone calls from the Stud in Iraq, finding out Clinton was still president, delivering my child, having a doctor with badbreath sticking a needle through my skull and almost to my brain without anymore anesthesia than what you get with a dentist. Chickenfeed.
My son got lost. Seven years old, a quiet neighborhood, his best friend lives three blocks and one of two shortcuts between houses away. A ten minute trip to help his friend get all of his stuf home and back turned into twenty. That was too long so we went looking. We couldn't find him anywhere.
Ever feel like you can't breathe? Like your chest is being crushed between a demon's hands? It's a billion times worse when you can't find your child. Even for fifteen minutes.
He was just lost, he took the wrong short cut and walked up the wrong street and couldn't find home. He was lost for fifteen minutes and scared the hell out of us.
Yeegawds. Don't do that, I don't recommend it.
I thought I knew what scary was, the knife on my breast, the gun in my ribs, the sounds of sporadic gunfire in the background during telephone calls from the Stud in Iraq, finding out Clinton was still president, delivering my child, having a doctor with badbreath sticking a needle through my skull and almost to my brain without anymore anesthesia than what you get with a dentist. Chickenfeed.
My son got lost. Seven years old, a quiet neighborhood, his best friend lives three blocks and one of two shortcuts between houses away. A ten minute trip to help his friend get all of his stuf home and back turned into twenty. That was too long so we went looking. We couldn't find him anywhere.
Ever feel like you can't breathe? Like your chest is being crushed between a demon's hands? It's a billion times worse when you can't find your child. Even for fifteen minutes.
He was just lost, he took the wrong short cut and walked up the wrong street and couldn't find home. He was lost for fifteen minutes and scared the hell out of us.
Yeegawds. Don't do that, I don't recommend it.