Welcome to Tuesday's Question. For those of you who are are not familiar with Tuesday's Question I'll give a quick overview: I began posting a weekly question based on personal experiences and childhood memory to help get to know my readers better and vice versa about 21 questions ago, starting in September of 2007- (it sounds like a long time doesn't it?)
And now the weekly post has become more than a question or a way of getting to know my readers- it's also turned out to work well for the blogs who comment. Because, in the spirit of friendship the posts with their comments has become sort of group blog review. What I mean is they're creating exposure for their blogs by providing information about themselves in the post, and building relationships with other bloggers as well as this one at the same time. I'm so happy it's worked out this way, for example a few bloggers have told me that they have found blogs from reading the Tuesdays Questions comments- now isn't that cool?
I've been trying to find ways to offer recognition to the group of bloggers who have been so remarkably loyal by stopping by every Tuesday's since I've been posting Tuesdays Question, but I haven't as yet found anything special enough for such a great group of supportive friends.
Although, I will come up with something as well as have more and more exciting questions to ask and talk about on Tuesday's Question in the coming year.
Well, there's my quick overview of what Tuesday's Question is about for my new readers and thank you to the rest of you for your continued contributions. Now finally I'll get down to asking todays question, and remember to check tomorrow for the post of todays responses to the following question:
What Is Your Scariest Experience?
Attn: Authors note
Please accept my sincere apology for the delay in posting today. Due to computer difficulties beyond my control I simply could not post Tuesdays Question's until late in the day. However, I will leave the question up an extra day in an effort to give everyone a chance to respond before I post your comments. I'm so very sorry...
9 comments:
Ann, My most scared moment in life was when I was only 12 years old and we lived in Michigan. I woke up to see a lady standing at my bed. She was weeping and looked real sad.... she just stood there looking at me. I realized she was a spirit of some kind. I was froze and could feel myself screaming but noting was coming out of my mouth. I know some may think this not real but I swear it is. I lived in 3 haunted houses in my childhood. Later on after all the haunting and bad things that happened in these house we would learn of the horrors that happened in these house before we came to live there. I think the fact that I lived with an evil man( stepfather) who was molesting 3 of us girls probably allowed this spirit to come to us. I have heard of this sort of thing happening to families where bad things were going on.....
I could go on and on about this but I tell you I mostly don't like thinking about it.
Hugs, Judy
Mine was when I was 17 and swimming in the ocean with my friends. I was caught in a riptide and before I knew it I was a quarter mile out from the beach and exhausted. I truly though that I was going to die. I am not a good ocean swimmer. Just as the panic set in I felt a hand on my shoulder and one of my friends, Lloyd, had followed me out and helped me back in.
Well, this is a tougher question than I thought it would be. I've been scared many times while I was still working, and that's a normal process for that type of work. Those that say they weren't scared are lying big time.
To narrow it down to my first real fright was right after I was transferred to the Men's Jail. I hadn't been there but a few short months and there was a fight between two male inmates on the 2nd floor. One of the inmates was wearing bellychains and legirons as he was going to be transported to prison. This really was a disadvantage as he couldn't fight very well wearing all the county issued stainless steel.
All I could think of at first is we don't want the guy that's wearing the stainless steel to get hurt as we were over crowded and needed his bed for someone else. So, I got right in between them trying to seperate them. I was fairly successful because neither one of them really hurt the other.
I didn't have a radio (having a shortage at the time) and I was lucky enough that another deputy was making rounds and heard me yelling at the inmates. He called for backup and soon I could hear jail keys coming from every direction. It is a very sweet sound if you are in the mix and need some help.
The fright didn't set in until it was all over. I just reacted to the situation and suffered the terrifying shakes later. That is when I was scared...When I should have been...after it was all over. I did have a nice collection of bruises here and there. Nothing serious though. The inmate that went off to prison wrote back to make sure I was okay. Go figure. Have a great day Ann. :)
Hi, this is my first time here, so I thought I'd just jump in.
The most scared I've ever been was really stupid, considering I've been in other situations that were much more deserving of a little scream. As a teen I lived with my parents in the middle of the Ozarks, waaaay out in the country. We moved there after dad retired from the Air Force. I drove up to the house one night very late, one or so. As I started to the house a creature came lurching and running toward me across the dark yard. I screamed and nearly wet myself. It was my brother, he came home for the weekend and I didn't know he was there. I still want to kill him when I think about it. He laughed so hard I think HE nearly wet himself.
Judy, I wonder who it was crying and why? It's as if someone who lived there before wanted to come home, or they didn't know what to do of where to go next, doesn't it? I can't believe you had to go through all of that at such a young age...as if the haunted houses weren't bad enough, you had the additional horror of an abusive stepfather. I'm so sorry for what you endured Judy, and mostly I'm sorry if I helped to recreate an unpleasant memory. However, I commend your courage for speaking about what happened to you publicly. Because it not only diminishes the power of whatever haunts us when we share it, but because it helps encourage others to do the same. Bless you and thanks for answering Tuesday's Question.
Hugs back~ Ann
Mel, Wow, thank goodness for Lloyd! I've always been afraid of what us Southerners refer to as undertows. Although, I did it anyway, I've never fully enjoyed swimming in the Gulf due to a fear of being sucked down and carried far from the beach...that thought alone gets the best of me...What a horrifying thing to have gone through. You were lucky to have such a brave friend close by. Thank you for the great comment.
Ann
Sandee, I thought about you when I posted this question, in fact, I have to say, I was a little apprehensive about it at first, but I knew you would give us an interesting story. The kind of story that people seldom hear.
I can't believe the fight broke out a few months after being transfered to the mens jail. The inmate wearing bellychains and legirons sounds like the scariest thing I can imagine. I cannot believe you jumped in between the two of them, I mean, I know it was your job and everything, but that took guts. And
I'll have to admit I was thinking, to hell with the bed. Thank goodness for the other deputy that was making rounds, and I know the sound of the other deputies keys did sound mighty good.
And I bet when all was said and done, you were thinking, "What on earth did I just do?" I like how you said you were scared when you should have been, and you are so right- that's what you call of presence of mind.
Thanks for another great Tuesday's Question's comment, buddy , you're the greatest~ Have a great evening~
ANN
Sharon, Your scary experience sounds like a most deserving reason for a huge scream to me!
(LOL) Brothers can always be depended on to scare the daylights out of their sisters.
I say that because your story reminds me of one of my own brothers cheap thrill. One afternoon he decided to hide behind the curtains on the other side of a sliding glass door in our living room, and wait until I returned from school, in other words, before I sat on our sofa. Then, as I sat on the sofa watching t.v. he slowly opened the door behind the curtain like someone was breaking in- Suddenly pumped on adrenaline I ran as fast as I could into my room and locked the door. I can still remember how astonished I was at how fast my heart could beat. LOL
Although, I bet it wasn't beating nearly as fast as yours... It sounds as if your brother already had the element of surprise on his side (as he well knew)plus the perfect setting- far out in the country late at night- I hope you got him back for that! LOL If not, you owe him one.
I'm glad you stopped by to answer Tuesday's Question and I hope you will return tomorrow to see your comment posted along with a link to your blog, which, by the way, I can't wait to read.
Have a great evening~
Ann
Ann, I am sorry for not responding to your comments sooner, I have my own walk to take down that path again. I have let go of the past, but I need to talk about it. I have started another blog where I can relive these times but with the safety of not letting them ruin my way of being happy now. I chose to make that comment, you did nothing wrong...
Hugs and sugar to you,Judy
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