Excerpt from, "Not Exactly Don Juan...and The Liberated Woman"

...I replied, “Well, I have a little situation I need help with. And I don’t want anyone to taken care of it for me. That’s not the reason why I’m calling. You remember the thing I told you about in 1991?”

Phil responded, “Yes.”

I continued, “Well, they let the bad guy out fifteen years early. He will be moving within six miles of my home. Train me.”

Phil said, “Oh no. How did that happen?”

I responded, “Well, I really don’t know. There were plenty of us that wrote the parole board. The prosecutor called me about three weeks before his release in April. I feel the prosecutor didn’t complete his job on this case.”

Phil replied, “That’s terrible.”

I responded, “Yes. The prosecutor offered to put a car outside our home. I turned it down. That’s ridiculous. And I’m not getting a gun, a vicious dog or a new security system. I’m not changing my running either. And now I have two children, and we are in the middle of a third adoption. So train me, train me. I need to survive this. I don’t want anyone taking care of this for me. Cause I know he is coming. I’m ninety percent certain he will make an attempt to finish the job. My goal is to finish it if he attacks again. Before he finishes me.”

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B072HN2GFV/ref=dbs_a_def_rwt_bibl_vppi_i1

Comments

Completion of Humanness

Completion of Humanness As we arrive to the completion of the first year without Norman, I had decided long before he'd passed that I would continue to do things certain things he liked yet could no longer do. I decided I would not take a day off of fitness. I would run at least for 500 days in a row. I began that in early 2020. I'd not be concerned with the distance I'd run. It was the very thing I convinced Norman and the thing that mattered to him, from the very first discussion we had August 11th, 1981, was fitness. I loved that he was a College Boy. He loved that I was a Marine. We tickled each other's soul with such admirations. Later fitness continued as an old discussion from 1994 ...getting outside and to run no matter what. I would say to him, "Run 200 meters, then 400 meters. If it doesn't feel good, stop. Turn around and walk back home and know you did your best. That is all you can ask of yourself." I said this, knowing he would get dow

In My World

As I finish putting away the week's groceries, I contemplate other's lives. Aside from my two daughters, I consider what may be other's lives. How they have conducted their lives over the past two years. This is a thought not unusual for me to have. Yet, it occurs more often than not. Especially now, as the population is probably feeling ever more irked. Regarding perhaps. their illusion of any lack of their freedom. But isn't that what life is about? The illusion of who we are. What we are about. Where we stand on the planet. Who we love. And who loves us. Our significance. Couldn't we imagine if this were all just an illusion? Sounds like a "Twighlight Zone" episode, perhaps. My aim here, are the thoughts of reckoning. I'll explain why I'm claiming such a thing. For about twenty-eight years of a career in dealing with injured athletes, pain patients, chronically ill and the terminally ill. I found that there were many people who lied to

Reicher's 2021 Holiday Letter

11/23/2021... The Reicher Holiday Letter... Yes, finally I'm on time...LOL. As the late November wind whips and the delayed leaves fall to the ground in our neighborhood, I await the first sign of snow. I stand outside, begin a run, do outside chores, bring in the mail and sniff the air for the smell of snow. Yes, humans can smell snow. Just like a spring rain approaching. It is awaiting to provide a cleansing of the dreams that need to be refreshed or re-routed. It’s all how you look at it. Really. Oh, the word ‘really’. Per a few grammar writing geeks. A good writer is not supposed to use the word, ‘really’. I’ll say it again. Really? There is another word I discovered this year, not supposed to be used in writing by writers. I cannot at this moment remember what word that may be. But I’m sure, it’ll arrive in my mind as I write this Holiday letter to you all. A reading audience. Where to begin this 2021 Reicher Holiday Letter? I’ll start with our smallest resident. T

Writing Reality

Search This Blog