After being being verbally threatened with being shot by overly privileged 17 year old girl at work today, I came home to find out about the shootings at Ft Hood. Strange, I commented to my husband, that they dont reference the shooting 'spree' in Killeen in 1991.
Its a pretty vivid memory, because 5 minutes before George Hennard drove his truck through the front window of Lubys Cafeteria, my mom and I were arguing about eating at that very place. We pulled up and I felt sick to my stomach. My mother insisted that I was just being problematic-contrary-but I felt the overwhelming sense of " I cant eat here."
My mother gave in to what she thought was me being a moody 19 year old and we went to Mr. Gattis Pizza instead. When we drove back down the highway later-we found we'd missed him by a few mere minutes.
I was shocked. For two days I sat in front of the tv watching news reports. It'd only been five years since Id been shot in the chest. I couldn't have possibly known what was going to happen-but I came so close. Eyewitnesses claimed that Mr. Hennard seemed to single out the women-that he killed them preferentially speaking more than men.
Ever since that day, when I get the 'sick feeling' that I had that day that mightve saved my life- I believe in it. I make no excuses, I dont care how crazy it may seem-I follow my intuition. On more than a few occasions since Luby's, my 'spidey sense' has made a difference, albeit perhaps not as dramatic as barely missing a mass killing.
My heart goes out to those people in Ft. Hood today-one day-the survivors will look upon today as some strange history, something that changed the very essence of their spirit and hopefully-for the better. Or the shooter wins.
Somehow I cant help but think of "Impression that I get" by the MightY Mighty Bosstones- a song that talks about what its like to be that person who's never seen a bad day or lived through something tragic.
Its a pretty vivid memory, because 5 minutes before George Hennard drove his truck through the front window of Lubys Cafeteria, my mom and I were arguing about eating at that very place. We pulled up and I felt sick to my stomach. My mother insisted that I was just being problematic-contrary-but I felt the overwhelming sense of " I cant eat here."
My mother gave in to what she thought was me being a moody 19 year old and we went to Mr. Gattis Pizza instead. When we drove back down the highway later-we found we'd missed him by a few mere minutes.
I was shocked. For two days I sat in front of the tv watching news reports. It'd only been five years since Id been shot in the chest. I couldn't have possibly known what was going to happen-but I came so close. Eyewitnesses claimed that Mr. Hennard seemed to single out the women-that he killed them preferentially speaking more than men.
Ever since that day, when I get the 'sick feeling' that I had that day that mightve saved my life- I believe in it. I make no excuses, I dont care how crazy it may seem-I follow my intuition. On more than a few occasions since Luby's, my 'spidey sense' has made a difference, albeit perhaps not as dramatic as barely missing a mass killing.
My heart goes out to those people in Ft. Hood today-one day-the survivors will look upon today as some strange history, something that changed the very essence of their spirit and hopefully-for the better. Or the shooter wins.
Somehow I cant help but think of "Impression that I get" by the MightY Mighty Bosstones- a song that talks about what its like to be that person who's never seen a bad day or lived through something tragic.
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