I have been trying to find somewhere to park my soul on the Net.
I find that the Net gives me a feeling of immortally when I publish openly and
in relative freedom. Consider this webpage the CERIDON'S FREEHOLD JOURNAL or
whatever else it can be! (...geee...paraphasing the Army PR now...must be
losing it.
Maybe some of the thoughts and ideas will reach your soul....... or be
rejected...
Welcome to a Cold Warrior's little corner of the Web world and a speck on the Mote of the face of g... (the G word). Consider it a digest and journalized version of who I am and what seems to be important to me. Sure it won't tell you everything, but you know what they say...
Please enjoy your visit. You honor us by being here. Thank you.
I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said. You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead. I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would. I didn t drink and drive, Mom even though the others said I should... ... ...
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you're always right. Now the party is finally ending, Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight. As I got into the car, Mom, I knew I would get home in one piece, because of the way you raised me...so responsible and sweet... ... ... ...
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road, the other car didn t see me, Mom, and hit me like a load... As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say... the other guy is drunk..., Mom, and the one who will pay... ... ... ... ...
I m lying here dying, Mom, I wish you d get here soon. How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst!... like a ballon. There s blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine... I heard the medic say, Mom, that I ll die in a short time... ... ... ... ... ...
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn t drink! It was the others, Mom. The others didn t think... ... He probably was at the same party as I, ...only difference, he drank, and I will die. Why do people drink, Mom? ...it can ruin your whole life! I m feeling sharp pains now... ... ... Pains just like a knife... ... ... ... ... ... ...
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don t think it s fair... ... ... ... I m lying here dying and all he can do is stare... ... ... ... ... Tell my brother not to cry, Mom... Tell Daddy to be brave... And when I go to Heaven, Mom, ... ...put Daddy s Girl ... ... ...on my grave... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive!... If only they had told him, Mom, I would be still alive... My breath is getting shorter, Mom... ... ... ... ... ... I m becoming very scared... ... ... ... ... ... Please don t cry for me, ...mom... ... ... ... ... ... when ...i need you, you were always there... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
...i have just one last question, ... ...mom, before i say goodbye... ... ... i didn t drink and drive, so why am i... ... ... ...the one to die... ...? ... ... ............. +
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....author unresearched... she is remembered as a... "Death of an Innocent"
U.S. Air Force
HonoluluStar Bulletin
Department ofVeterans Affairs
...a continuation
of my homepages on a
different website
(Sort of a Daisy Chain of Homepages)
SCI-FI, SCUBA, Chess, Book-Collecting, TeleComputing, BBS, etc., etc...oh...and of course "Webbing" or the art of being an audience of one on the Net, the mark, the dude you spam, the dude with multiple Email addresses, and the one who loves to delete messages and addresses from their personal servers....someone like me.
Proactive statements:
And, hey, if you feel inspired, drop me a line on my E-Mail or click for next page!
Everything here is copyrighted ©1996-2004 David Ceridon except the objects which were given freely or as promotional items.