DanF
12-28-2004, 01:44 PM
I place this under religion not really knowing the appropriate heading, but hoping others will see it and comment.
In 1980 I left Houston in my Chev. Caprice pulling a 2 axel U-Haul trailer. I was facing a custody battle for my daughter(which I later won) and was traveling by myself. I was headed to my mothers in South Georgia to collect my thoughts and visit for a while. As I traveled Interstate 10 west close to tallahassee it began to sprinkle rain. I saw a young man, in dark pants and white shirt, with no bag or luggage, walking beside the Interstate. I had never picked up a hitchhiker, although he did not stick his thumb out, I found myself pulling over to offer him a ride. I stuck my 45 colt revolver down between my seat and drivers door for security. He got in and I pulled back into traffic. He was a nice looking, clean cut young man with a nice smile. Friendly sort of fellow. He said he was headed to Jacksonville. We small talked for a while and I found myself telling him about the problems I was going thru and how much I feared losing my daughter. He assured me that things would work out in my favor and not to be so worried about things. I felt reasured.
I told him that I had to turn north up ahead in Tallahassee but would stop for gas and he would be close to the on-ramp to get another ride. When I pulled up to gas up, because of the trailer, I stopped at the outer pumps for ease of pumping. This placed me a good ways from where you pay and nothing was close by. No other cars were there either.
Before we exited the car I pulled a 5 dollar bill from my shirt pocket,change from a previous gas-up, and offered it to him saying that he could get some breakfast at the near-by restaurant. He said that it was not necessary, but thinking him on hard times, I stuck it in his shirt pocked. He smiled brightly, thanked me and repeated that I would see that everything would work out for me and not to worry. We exited the Chevy. I heard both doors shut and he was no longer there. He had disappeared. I went around thinking he had fell or something but he was not there. I even looked under the car thinking that he had wacked out or something and was hiding. He was not there.
there was no where for him to go! I gased up, paid and went on to mothers. Somewhat perplexed. I thought I had imagined this but the five from my shirt pocked was gone. I have never halucinated. Always thought I was of reasonably sound mind. This still perplexes me today.
What do you think of this? Ever had a similar experience?
In 1980 I left Houston in my Chev. Caprice pulling a 2 axel U-Haul trailer. I was facing a custody battle for my daughter(which I later won) and was traveling by myself. I was headed to my mothers in South Georgia to collect my thoughts and visit for a while. As I traveled Interstate 10 west close to tallahassee it began to sprinkle rain. I saw a young man, in dark pants and white shirt, with no bag or luggage, walking beside the Interstate. I had never picked up a hitchhiker, although he did not stick his thumb out, I found myself pulling over to offer him a ride. I stuck my 45 colt revolver down between my seat and drivers door for security. He got in and I pulled back into traffic. He was a nice looking, clean cut young man with a nice smile. Friendly sort of fellow. He said he was headed to Jacksonville. We small talked for a while and I found myself telling him about the problems I was going thru and how much I feared losing my daughter. He assured me that things would work out in my favor and not to be so worried about things. I felt reasured.
I told him that I had to turn north up ahead in Tallahassee but would stop for gas and he would be close to the on-ramp to get another ride. When I pulled up to gas up, because of the trailer, I stopped at the outer pumps for ease of pumping. This placed me a good ways from where you pay and nothing was close by. No other cars were there either.
Before we exited the car I pulled a 5 dollar bill from my shirt pocket,change from a previous gas-up, and offered it to him saying that he could get some breakfast at the near-by restaurant. He said that it was not necessary, but thinking him on hard times, I stuck it in his shirt pocked. He smiled brightly, thanked me and repeated that I would see that everything would work out for me and not to worry. We exited the Chevy. I heard both doors shut and he was no longer there. He had disappeared. I went around thinking he had fell or something but he was not there. I even looked under the car thinking that he had wacked out or something and was hiding. He was not there.
there was no where for him to go! I gased up, paid and went on to mothers. Somewhat perplexed. I thought I had imagined this but the five from my shirt pocked was gone. I have never halucinated. Always thought I was of reasonably sound mind. This still perplexes me today.
What do you think of this? Ever had a similar experience?