If you’ve never been I highly recommend the Ft Worth Stockyards and take family to the rodeo there too. It’s a great show and they put it on weekly for tourists who have never been. My whole family absolutely loved it.
Back in the mid 80's, I traveled from Florida, to taking a class in Dallas. I was downtown Dallas one night, and when I left to go back to hotel, these two women pulled up beside me, flashed their boobs, rolled down the window, and said follow us.
My little head took control of me, and I was following them to wherever they were taking me.
So we got to this exit that said, Ft. Worth. As they got off the exit, and I followed, one road cut to the left, to go left at the intersection, and the other cut right. I as was approaching the split, my nose, out of nowhere started pouring blood. It was a real gusher. This had never happened in my whole life. I mean it went from okay, to just flat out pouring all over my shirt.
Well when my nose started pouring blood, it's like I immediately came to my senses. I kid you not, it was like a sign from God hit me, and I realized something wasn't right about this. I got a very uncomfortable feeling, so I cut right, while they cut left, and I got back on interstate going back where I came form, and went back to hotel.
I short time after that event, I can't remember exactly when, a matter of weeks, I saw a newscast about this female pair of serial killers who got picked up in Ft. Worth, or Dallas area who had been picking up men, luring them to there home, and killing them. I remember at the time thinking, "that looks like the two women I was following", and how my nose bleed saved my life. I felt, and feel that God directly intervened to save me. (maybe if your from Texas you know who I mean)
I could tell you more stories like this where God, as thought by some very unexplainable event, saved me from death, but that is another story.
Awesome story. That is EXACTLY how God has kept me out of situations. Things where I think I’m my head “wtf is the chance of this? Call it a day. GTFH.”
Growing up in Houston - many similar calls. My situational awareness is amazingly battle hardened now.
When I was a kid a Student living alone down the street disapeared. The cops came looking for her over and over and at like age 6 I told the cop “did you guys search her car in thee driveway?” The putzes never thought to.
She was in the trunk.
Coral Eugene Watts was her suspected killer through they never proved it and he only passively admitted to it.
We also prevented several little girls from being kidnapped. We knew that if you were in a part of a neighborhood and there were quick extraction points and little girls to keep eyes on the ones that had routines. The ones getting off buses at the same time. The ones that always came out to play after dinner at 630 before the streetlights came back on.
We chased off a lot of creepers.
What’s more is local
Police did color outside the law to - handle some uncolourful situations. Several strange old men that were repeatedly seen gawking kids found dead.
Look. I love the cops that looked after me as a kid. They were Peace Officers.
“Son. That weed could ruin your life. You’re a good kid. Please make better decisions. Also remember that if you smoke that in public you’re going to make me have to do my job. Please don’t make me do my job. Study and keep up with your computers.”
Edit: also - I was Two Doors down when the Railway Killer was slaughtering a woman and living in her house in West University.
I believe you. He has done for me as well friend. Back in 90’s my girlfriend at time asked me to borrow my pickup truck so she could bring her bike to work - there was a bike-a-thon after work for fundraiser. I argued because I was going trout fishing after work that day about 50 miles from our house, and I didn’t want to go fishing in a Ford Escort. Now, my truck was an older Chevy S10 ext cab (hand crank windows) while hers was brand new with electric windows, AC, and automatic shoulder seatbelt straps. I NEVER would wear a seatbelt and if I drove with her I would ‘duck’ as soon as she turned the ignition key so the strap would go past me against seat.
So, fast forward she wins argument and gets my truck for the day. I toss my gear into trunk and with waders already on jump into her car and start it. Damnit if that shoulder strap doesn’t catch me not paying attention. Now it’s too tight and I can’t get it over me me so I finally drive off with just the shoulder strap on, no lap belt. 20 miles down the road and I’m on a 2 lane highway headed North, dead straightaway 65mph and a woman pulls out in front of me from my right, apparently to go South. She later claimed that she never saw me coming, however I saw her sitting at the end of that driveway for a half mile or more......and we were the only 2 cars at the scene of that accident for almost 5 minutes. I still believe to this day she had tried to commit suicide pulling out in front of me. The Ford Escort was destroyed with most of the engine being pushed up into the passenger seat. That damn shoulder strap broke most of my ribs and I had difficulty breathing for almost 2 months. Entire torso was black/blue from it. Wouldn’t be typing you this story had I been driving the truck, and had there not been a bike-a-thon, and on and on. There are no coincidences. His plan, His timing for everything. I’m still not sure what His plan is for me, but it is much bigger than dying that day on my way to go trout fishing.
Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."
And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear one.
I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.
You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.
The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.
I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.
But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.
Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.
He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.
I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.
Oh yeah. It’s crazy I live like 20 mins outside of Dallas and it is so crazy how different it is.
If you’ve never been I highly recommend the Ft Worth Stockyards and take family to the rodeo there too. It’s a great show and they put it on weekly for tourists who have never been. My whole family absolutely loved it.
Back in the mid 80's, I traveled from Florida, to taking a class in Dallas. I was downtown Dallas one night, and when I left to go back to hotel, these two women pulled up beside me, flashed their boobs, rolled down the window, and said follow us.
My little head took control of me, and I was following them to wherever they were taking me.
So we got to this exit that said, Ft. Worth. As they got off the exit, and I followed, one road cut to the left, to go left at the intersection, and the other cut right. I as was approaching the split, my nose, out of nowhere started pouring blood. It was a real gusher. This had never happened in my whole life. I mean it went from okay, to just flat out pouring all over my shirt.
Well when my nose started pouring blood, it's like I immediately came to my senses. I kid you not, it was like a sign from God hit me, and I realized something wasn't right about this. I got a very uncomfortable feeling, so I cut right, while they cut left, and I got back on interstate going back where I came form, and went back to hotel.
I short time after that event, I can't remember exactly when, a matter of weeks, I saw a newscast about this female pair of serial killers who got picked up in Ft. Worth, or Dallas area who had been picking up men, luring them to there home, and killing them. I remember at the time thinking, "that looks like the two women I was following", and how my nose bleed saved my life. I felt, and feel that God directly intervened to save me. (maybe if your from Texas you know who I mean)
I could tell you more stories like this where God, as thought by some very unexplainable event, saved me from death, but that is another story.
Pics or it didn't happen. ?
Do you have a picture of you being born? And yet you are here. How did that happen.
Awesome story. That is EXACTLY how God has kept me out of situations. Things where I think I’m my head “wtf is the chance of this? Call it a day. GTFH.”
Growing up in Houston - many similar calls. My situational awareness is amazingly battle hardened now.
When I was a kid a Student living alone down the street disapeared. The cops came looking for her over and over and at like age 6 I told the cop “did you guys search her car in thee driveway?” The putzes never thought to.
She was in the trunk.
Coral Eugene Watts was her suspected killer through they never proved it and he only passively admitted to it.
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Eugene_Watts
We also prevented several little girls from being kidnapped. We knew that if you were in a part of a neighborhood and there were quick extraction points and little girls to keep eyes on the ones that had routines. The ones getting off buses at the same time. The ones that always came out to play after dinner at 630 before the streetlights came back on.
We chased off a lot of creepers.
What’s more is local Police did color outside the law to - handle some uncolourful situations. Several strange old men that were repeatedly seen gawking kids found dead.
Look. I love the cops that looked after me as a kid. They were Peace Officers.
“Son. That weed could ruin your life. You’re a good kid. Please make better decisions. Also remember that if you smoke that in public you’re going to make me have to do my job. Please don’t make me do my job. Study and keep up with your computers.”
Edit: also - I was Two Doors down when the Railway Killer was slaughtering a woman and living in her house in West University.
https://www.chron.com/news/houston-texas/article/Railroad-killer-offers-apology-at-execution-1891401.php
Pretty amazing story you have there too.
How do you find the Railway killer?
You follow the tracks ha ha.
I believe you. He has done for me as well friend. Back in 90’s my girlfriend at time asked me to borrow my pickup truck so she could bring her bike to work - there was a bike-a-thon after work for fundraiser. I argued because I was going trout fishing after work that day about 50 miles from our house, and I didn’t want to go fishing in a Ford Escort. Now, my truck was an older Chevy S10 ext cab (hand crank windows) while hers was brand new with electric windows, AC, and automatic shoulder seatbelt straps. I NEVER would wear a seatbelt and if I drove with her I would ‘duck’ as soon as she turned the ignition key so the strap would go past me against seat. So, fast forward she wins argument and gets my truck for the day. I toss my gear into trunk and with waders already on jump into her car and start it. Damnit if that shoulder strap doesn’t catch me not paying attention. Now it’s too tight and I can’t get it over me me so I finally drive off with just the shoulder strap on, no lap belt. 20 miles down the road and I’m on a 2 lane highway headed North, dead straightaway 65mph and a woman pulls out in front of me from my right, apparently to go South. She later claimed that she never saw me coming, however I saw her sitting at the end of that driveway for a half mile or more......and we were the only 2 cars at the scene of that accident for almost 5 minutes. I still believe to this day she had tried to commit suicide pulling out in front of me. The Ford Escort was destroyed with most of the engine being pushed up into the passenger seat. That damn shoulder strap broke most of my ribs and I had difficulty breathing for almost 2 months. Entire torso was black/blue from it. Wouldn’t be typing you this story had I been driving the truck, and had there not been a bike-a-thon, and on and on. There are no coincidences. His plan, His timing for everything. I’m still not sure what His plan is for me, but it is much bigger than dying that day on my way to go trout fishing.
Ha ha, I can just see you driving that escort hoping nobody you knew saw you in it, like when I walk my son's designer dog, I want to wear a sign that say, "Hey this ain't my dog, I'm just doing someone a favor."
And the seat belt thing, I totally identify with that. I have had rental cars that I drove for a solid week with the seat belt buzzer going ding ding ding, not because I'm against seatbelts, I just don't want to be force to wear one.
I was in a head on collision once, with a guy from my high school. I did not have on a seat belt, and nearly died. The spot of the collision was 3/10th of a mile from where I totaled another car, and almost died.
You probably would not believe me if I told you of all the accident I got into. I have flipped multiple cars, hit telephone poles more the once, ditch banks multiple times. One of my friends used to call me "Dashboard Brain" saying that I was the only guy he knew that has a permanent imprint of an odometer on his forehead lol.
The next to the last accident I had, like 2007 was when I came to a dead end in an office park. I was in a hurry, so I did a James Bond type turnaround. I reversed, and spun the wheel, a move I had perfected. But I did not account for the road being very rough rock, nor the fact that I was in a top heavy SUV. Well my SUV flipped up on it side so fast, I did not have time to pull in my had that I had out the window resting on the top of the door. It cut my hand up pretty bad, but did not break a single bone. And it put a dent in the top of my door, where the door meets the roof the shape of my hand. It was like someone took a sledgehammer and pounded my hand into the top of the door, where it meets the roof, but did not break a bone. It was like a miracle to me.
I have always prided myself on being a man when it came to pain, but mister that hurt. I once let a school bus down on my hand with my daddies wrecker, that smashed my hand down a piece of sheet metal, cutting into it the whole way. When I got my had out, some woman said "just look at the boy, he's been in so much pain he don't even feel it" Arh arh arh, that was a manly man moment there now lol. My brother came and was rushing me to the hospital. We passed a deputy doing about 100mph. The deputy pulled up beside us, I just held my had up, and he signaled, go on boys. Not likely to happen now. He'd probably shoot us for speeding.
But during the over turned car incident, after climbing out of my SUV, I walked up to the nearest office with my had steaming blood, knocked on the door, and ask a couple guys if they would come help me flip my car back over on the wheels. A good bunch of them city boys came out, but even though I called them panty waste wussies trying to motivate them, they refused to help me flip my car back on the wheels so I could be on my way. They instead listened to some overbearing nasal voice woman telling to to stay back, like my car was going to explode or something. I hate pussy men.
Funny story. Back when seat belt buzzers first came out, one day my brother was working in his garage business right off US-1 in Florida. This car load of black people pulled in. The man told him, Hey, we just bought this brand new car in South Carolina, and all the way down here, it's making a strange buzzing noise. He got in the car, cranked it up, and as soon as he put it in gear, the the seat belt buzzer starts buzzing.
He reached over and buckled the seat belt, and the buzzing stopped. The puzzled black man asked, "Now how you get dat to stop" They had drove all the way from South Carolina to Florida with the seat belt buzzer going off. When he told them about it, well don't need to describe that thing black folks do when they become hysterical, that slapping of the legs, that wobbling of the upper body like suddenly the head weigh too much for the torso to support, and that sound like Donald Duck cocking on a cracker. It was hilarious.
I'm glad god saved you my fren, and I'm glad you have enough sense to recognize it.
Wow! Praise God! What a testimony.