#76 Hitchhiker

"Thank you for stopping to pick me up" he said as the man with dirty overalls leaned over to open the door for him to get into.
"You have no idea how many people have passed by me", he whinnied as he through his duffel bag over the backseat, and climbed on into the cab of the big rig truck. The truck was very long in length and had a dusty haze to the huge chrome tires that held it up.
"No problem, where ya headed?" the man said. His long gray hair pulled back with a rubber band hung down the side of his plaid old fashioned buttoned down shirt. The murky stain from years of washing it had faded the colors a bit, and his blue jeans seems to have more holes than material. With a sharp smile the nice man pointed to a small crate in the back of the cab, and offered the new stranger some of his food and water.
"Thank you again, I'm headed up North. I've got to get home to my sick mother. She's been sick for a couple months now, and the doctor's are expecting the worst." He explained as he held back a tear. "Funny how you can live your whole life not afraid of anything until you get that call that telling you your loved one's wont be with you much longer. Then no matter where you are" he said with a laugh. "You have got to get home, and be with them their last few moments of life. Noting is more special than the memories you carry for a lifetime"
The stopped and stared at the young man. "I'm very sorry to hear that son. I would be happy to get you where you need to go. I agree with you. My mother and father have passed away myself." He whispered. "I will always remember and cherish the good times with them. Best of luck to you, and god's speed in getting there in time Son!"

#76 place

On the long dirt road that took us to our favorite fishing hole there was many different birds flying around in the sky. The screeches of their sharp voices sliced through the air like a knife! There was a slight hum from the engine of our beat up midnight black pick-up truck. The truck, made in 1989, still ran in pretty good condition. My father loved to work on his truck, always finding new ways to make it look better or improve it in someway. The tires on the truck seemed to slice through the dirt on the road as if it were as soft as the clouds in the sky. There were many beautiful butterflies and bugs playing in the soft sunlight as it danced on road in front of us. The air was refreshing, you could smell the cool waterfall just on the other side of the lake. The fish downstream from the thunderous waterfall were very plentyfull, and grew very large. We would sit in the musty old canoe for hours just waiting for that one special bit! The fish that we all wanted so bad to catch, was of course, the one that our grandpa had told us story's about! It was rumored to be 3 feet and 60 pounds, a real whopper of a fish! We loved to sit around the musky campfire during those hot summer nights, rosting hot dogs and marshmallows, and hearing about that fish that every fisherman wanted so badly to catch for himself. The lake that we loved so much had some wonderful wildlife that called its rough waters and smooth sandy beach home. At any given point in your adventure fishing on the lake you could spot some very hungry fish nipping the surface of the water looking for food. Many slippery turtles wonder by on their way home through the warm waters. There may even be a few snakes to watch out for as they slither on by. The cool murky water is perfect for slipping your toes into after a long day of fishing in the hot sun. The silky water tickling my feet like velvet was a nice end to the day before the journey back down the dusty counrty road that led us to home.

#14 Brush with danger

It was a beautiful day, the wind slightly blowing the warm eighty something degree air past my face. I worked for a small car company doing repos and random other things. As I walked up the side walk to a customers house I remember thinking how wonderful it was outside and how I wished I could just get this guys money and go home for the day. I was really hoping things would go smoothly, my boss had called the guy and made arrangements for me to come and pick up the payment. My boss thought everything was routine that's why he sent me and only me. I wish that were the case, but in reality I was in for a surprise. As I walked to the door my hands started to get clammy, my legs started to slightly tremble, so many thoughts racing through my head all at once. All I could think about was all of the horror stories I hear from the guys at the shop about doing collections, the crazy people, and situations they have encountered. I calmed myself and knocked on the door, a woman's voice called back "come in". Suddenly I felt a sense of relief come over me, maybe because I heard a sweet woman's voice on the other side of the door. I thought to myself that nothing bad could happen. I have never been so wrong in my life. I should have never came in the hose, the boss always told me to never go in a house, make them come to the door or outside. They said that once in the door they could do anything they wanted to me and no one would no what was going on. I stepped into the house and a lady slammed the door behind me and started yelling at her husband. I tried to leave but she was in the way. I could not see the guy my boss had talked to anywhere, I don't know if he was even there. The woman kept yelling that he should have never got the car and they could not make the payments, but she was not willing to let the car get repoed either. They had hidden the car somewhere. She was in my face screaming about how she would never let me take food out of her kids mouth and she probably called me every bad name you could think of in a lifetime. After a few minutes of that I started to try real hard to leave. At that point things went south real fast. She began to get real violent with me, pushing and spitting. She never stopped screaming at me. I was scared, I had no idea what to do. I really did not want to make this woman any more upset. She started going through kitchen drawers looking for god knows what, at that time I realized that she had moved away from the door, but I had to get to it, unlock the dead bolt and the handle then get out before she got to me. I looked over at her and noticed she was looking through knives and still yelling how she would never pay that we would pay for putting her through this. It was then I knew that I had to get out of there so I turned and ran. As I started to unlock the door she through a knife. I darted out of the door faster than I have ever ran. I saw a man out mowing his lawn across the street so I just ran for him as fast as I could. When I reached him I looked back and she had turned and gone back in her house. I asked the man to call 911, he did and surprisingly she stayed at the house until the cops got there. When the cops did arrive they arrested her and told me that she had a history of mental illness and could not afford her meds. I dropped to my knees and thanked god for not letting me die in there.

#76 prom

Standing at the top of the stairs my heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. I was so nervous waiting for my prom date to arrive. It was my first time to be asked to the prom. I had spend four whole days with my mom going from store to store with my mom looking for that perfect dress that I would only wear just one time. I finally decided on a strapless long pink dress. It hugged my curves just right. My long blonde hair had beautiful long curls that lay down my back. A single clip held a few pieces out of my face near the crown of my head. I had spent the better part of two hours curling and making my hair look just right. The doorbell rang, finally my date had arrived. My father opened the door and had his brief talk to him before calling me down. When my dad yelled for me I began to slowly walk down the stairs. He said I looked beautiful and put the flowers on my wrist. As we walked to the car he was a perfect gentlemen, even opening the door for me to get in and out of the car. The prom was so much fun. The committee must have spent forever with all of the decorations. There were balloons and ribbons everywhere! It looked like we were going to a fancy ball. The night had been just as perfect as I had imagined it, it could not have been any better. My date got me home just on time, which was a good thing because my dad was waiting up for me.

"Oops" was the only thing that came out of my mouth on the cool summer morning that I had the biggest "blonde" moment of my life. I had taken my daughter to school a few hours earlier and decided to pay a few bills online. So excited that I had the whole day off and nothing to do accept play on the internet and pay some bills until it was time to get my daughter again. Walking into the kitchen to get a cold drink of water I got a craving for some popcorn. I decided to pop a bag into the microwave, and jump right back to the internet to finish my bills and check my email. A few minutes later I smelled the popcorn, only it smelled like it was on fire! I ran to the microwave just in time to open it and have a huge cloud of smoke hit me in the face and fill the whole room. I quickly took the bag of steaming hot popcorn that looked as black and crispy as charcoal out onto the deck. I set that bag on top of my new plastic picnic table and left the patio door open to air out the house. I returned once again to the computer. It wasn't untill almost 20 minutes later that I thought about getting the bag of popcorn and throwing it away. The first thihng I saw as I stepped outside was almost half of the patio was in huge flames! I paniced and flew back into the house. I went right past the fire extinguisher several time to fill buckets of water and pour it on the flames. It took me about 20 minutes to out the flames out. My heart was beating so fast it felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest. I was very thankful, however, that I got the fire out in time