Gosh, I love this thread. I have a few stories to tell as well.
Years ago when I was married to my first huband, we were driving home from town. My huband had been drinking and was driving way to fast for road conditions. Snow was piled high on the sides of the road and ahead there was a stream of water running across the road. We were in a jeep with a canvas top and had our seat belts on at least. But he was driving about 60 miles an hour and when I ask him to slow down I was told to be quiet. I silently said a prayer asking God to keep us safe. Well our jeep wheels hit the water and hydroplaned and he lost control of the jeep. We hit the snowbank and the jeep rolled over several times, coming to rest upside down. We crawlled out from under the jeep and people were stopping to see if we were ok. As they came up to us it was said thank goodness you have a rollbar. I gave them a puzzled look and said but we don't have a rollbar. The jeep windshield and the light metal frame for the canvas top held the jeep and kept the jeep from crushing down on us.
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All my life I have know that I am different. I have trouble with my thinking and processing information. I have trouble in keeping close friends. I am afraid of living, and I don't really know why. I am good at pretending everything is all right, by just gritting my teeth and just charging ahead and getting through the rough spots, but inside I am afraid of failure and getting critized for things I do. I am hoping someone can help me, or at least understand me.
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