Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Third Entry

So when I last left off, it was about to go world war three inside this tiny hospital room. Well let's see how that turned out shall we?

December 28th, 1998

"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you're causing a pretty big disturbance in the surrounding rooms." the security guard told my father.

"Boy you better take those hands off me unless you want to become the famous one armed man." my father half laughed, half growled at the man.

After a look to his superior officer, the security guard tried to get my fathers hands behind his back.

"I'm going to tell you one more time son, take your hands off me or you'll lose one of them."

Still the security guard kept on. Which I mean, let's be reasonable, he had every right to do. My father was making this poor woman hysterical, and her daughter looked like she had just saw the boogeyman. Frankly, I wouldn't have given my father a second to react. Well, that is, if I didn't know my father. In one almost liquid motion, my father had both of his hands free and the security guard pinned to the ground by his throat. Almost like a lion pins a gazelle in the sahara. Yeah..My father the lion.

Seeing as how this was the largest hospital in the Dallas area, I'm sure you'd imagine that these security guards would have guns. Well they did. Big ones.

"Sir, I'm going to ask you one time to let go of my officer and then I will shoot sir." the chief of security told my dad. At least I think he was chief of security the way the others guards looked like they were scared to death of him.

My dad starting inching back his arm, slowly, like a lion getting ready to deliver that final blow. Inch by inch he drew his arm back, with a loaded gun pointed at him no less. Told you my dad loves to fight.

"Sir if you do not let him go on the count of three I will fire!

1... All I could hear was my own heartbeat inbetween those numbers.

2... Everyone in the room had their eyes on my fathers arm, slowly inching up to deliver one hell of a punch by the looks of it.

3! CLICK. CLICK. The gun jammed.

"STOP!" yelled the wife of the man laying in the bed, oblivious of what was going on around him. "Just stop already. I forgive you. I've been a Christian woman my whole life, God forgives and says we all should too. I forgive you just don't get yourself killed. Do NOT expose my daughter to that or I will kill you personally."

My dad looked at her...Then slowly stood up. Dusted off the knees of his old Levi's jeans and crossed his arms over his chest, almost to show dominance over the officer still on the ground.

"Officers, please go. Please don't arrest this man, he was just..Distraught over what he did to my husband so he lost his temper. I assure you it will not happen again, please just don't take him to jail." Said the woman.

The officers looked to their commander, he shook his head and said "I am posting one of my men outside this room, if you need him for any reason ma'am just call out." And turned and left the room.

"I just want to put this behind us. The doctor said his condition is looking good...Well as good as a man in a coma can be." she said, almost starting to tear up. "I will forgive you. If you wouldn't mind, miss" she said turning to my mother. "could I possibly have your address so we can talk all this over one day. Maybe new years eve? It would be nice to have another woman who isn't involved in this to talk to. Just to...let my feelings out."

"Of course!" my mother said, running over to hug the woman. My mom always has been and always will be one of the kindest hearted people I've ever met. "Of course. We'll be having a new years eve party if you'd like to come to that. Our address is..."

Well that's it for this one. Like I said in my update yesterday, I'll most likely be posting the next part of this later today. Figured I'd try twice a day and see how that goes for a while. So yeah, comment and let me know if you like it or not, and don't forget to follow!  Thanks and have a good day everyone.

40 comments:

  1. great post

    supporting you
    take care.

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  2. interesting post, keep them coming!

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  3. looking forward to your next post already

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  4. if the gun didn't jam, itd be a different story

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  5. this story is just getting better and better.

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  6. Very good post again, waiting for the next :)

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  7. Your mom and dad seem like polar opposites.

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  8. you've sure got some gifted talent within litterature! this is great!

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  9. "F"ucking FIVE star post man.
    i love to CLICK in here whenever there is an update.

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  10. I'd want to be a securityguard simply for the sake of having an awesome big gun by my side^^

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  11. Fantastic...rich and compeling...you stay classy san diego.

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  12. Interesting story. I'll keep reading your updates.

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  13. Nice blog! Keep up the great posts :)

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  14. holy shit, your dad is badass!

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  15. Keep working on it man, was a good read.

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  16. Can't wait to see the rest of the story man!!

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  17. These stories are pretty good. Is there a chance you can change your font around so my eyes don't hurt so much after I read em?

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  18. Plant, I could certainly try. :)

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  19. Hahaha got my heart racing at the countdown when they were about to shoot. Nice work!

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  20. I liked your perspective in this one... I'm going to have to agree with you

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  21. It's later today wheres the rest of it????

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