Thank you to the lovely
Miss Simmonds for sharing this award. I hope you have all had the pleasure of meeting her, but if you have not passed by
her lovely blog, please pop over sand say hello.
I will pass the award on at the end of the post.
I have struggled with telling you 7 interesting things about me that I have not already told. Though how interesting they are is another question.
I will, instead, tell a story that happened more than 20 years ago…..
University had just broken up for mid year
holidays, and I was driving back home. It was a 4 hour drive from Wagga Wagga to Braidwood and it was night. I had some car
problems on the way home and had to change a tyre around Gundagai.
I had phoned my parents to let
them know that I was on the way but would be arriving late. I managed to buy a
spare tyre by chance at the service station as the repair shop was closed, but the attendant found me
one that would do in an emergency. I
drove another 2 hours without incident.
On one of the back roads, just 15 minutes from
Bungendore (45 minutes from home) I had
another flat tyre. At the time, there were very few houses in the rural area. I
should mention that this was around 11:00 at night and no lights along the
road. I was lucky I bought the extra
spare.
I had just finished changing the tyre when
an older man (probably 40-50s) pulled over to ask if I needed help. I said that
I was o.k., that I had finished and I was on my way. He was not very tall, had
dark hair, was driving a small car, something like a Datsun 1200, maybe,
possibly maroon. He stood near me and I could tell that he had been drinking. He wore work pants, shirt and tie.
As I was packing up, he was fluffing around
in his car, and then said that he was having trouble starting it. He said
he would get a rope to tie onto my car and suggested that I tow his car to get it
started. I was feeling uneasy, I got back into my car, locked my doors and wound up my window.
After a few failed attempts, he said that he could
not untie the rope as it was tied too tightly and that he would get a knife to
cut it. He continued to fumble around in
his boot. I was terrified, I started my car, and drove as fast as I could,
with the rope following behind. I cried
all the way to Bungendore where luckily my sister and her family was living, terrified that I
would see headlights following me. It was the longest drive of my life.
The next morning, my dad drove over to pick
me up and he looked at the rope. It fell from the car when he touched it. It
was not tied tightly as the man had proclaimed.
I will never forget that night. I will
never know if his intentions were innocent. At that time, alone, 20 years
old, on the side of a dark rural road, with alcohol on his breathe and the
mention of a knife, I was scared.
We drive past that spot often, I always
say, “that’s the hill that I broke down and the guy was going to kill me”. He was probably a normal guy, driving home
from work, pulled over to help and remembers the girl that drove off leaving
him stranded on the side of the road. Who knows….
What I do know is, always follow your
instincts! Its better to be safe than sorry.
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I have contemplated pulling the pin on my blog lately, you may have noticed that my posts are shorter and less frequent. Lately I just haven't been in the right place to write, but I still have so much to share. I have been a jumble of emotions lately, from high to low....very low but I am trying to find the balance, and not let work dictate my home life.....its hard......very hard.....
I would like to pass this to the lovely bloggers that have kept my embers burning, when I am feeling down, they make my day a little brighter (in no particular order)......
My nomination list is quite long (more than 15) and I could have added more, though others have already received this award and some are award free blogs. If I have forgotten you, please feel free to take it too, while passing by........Tamara x