----- Original Message ----- From: <[email protected]> To: <[email protected]> Sent: Sunday, October 21, 2001 6:44 PM Subject: HIGHWAY 109 > HIGHWAY 109 > > >>> > > > >>> > A drunk man in an Oldsmobile > > >>> > they said had run the light > > >>> > that caused the six-car pileup > > >>> > on 109 that night. > > >>> > When broken bodies lay about > > >>> > and blood was everywhere, > > >>> > the sirens screamed out elegies, > > >>> > for death was in the air. > > >>> > > > >>> > A mother, trapped inside her car, > > >>> > was heard above the noise; > > >>> > her plaintive plea near split the air: > > >>> > "Oh, God, please spare my boys!" > > >>> > She fought to loose her pinioned hands; > > >>> > she struggled to get free, > > >>> > but mangled metal held her fast > > >>> > in grim captivity. > > >>> > > > >>> > Her frightened eyes then focused on where > > >>> > the back seat once had been, > > >>> > but all she saw was broken glass and > > >>> > two children's seats crushed in. > > >>> > Her twins were nowhere to be seen; > > >>> > she did not hear them cry, > > >>> > and then she prayed they'd been thrown free, > > >>> > "Oh, God, don't let them die!" > > >>> > > > >>> > Then firemen came and cut her loose, > > >>> > but when they searched the back, > > >>> > they found therein no little boys, > > >>> > but the seat belts were intact. > > >>> > They thought the woman had gone mad > > >>> > and was traveling alone, > > >>> > but when they turned to question her, > > >>> > they discovered she was gone. > > >>> > > > >>> > Policemen saw her running wild > > >>> > and screaming above the noise > > >>> > in beseeching supplication, > > >>> > "Please help me find my boys! > > >>> > They're four years old and wear blue shirts; > > >>> > their jeans are blue to match." > > >>> > One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, > > >>> > and they don't have a scratch. > > >>> > > > >>> > They said their daddy put them there > > >>> > and gave them each a cone, > > >>> > then told them both to wait for Mom > > >>> > to come and take them home. > > >>> > I've searched the area high and low, > > >>> > but I can't find their dad. > > >>> > He must have fled the scene, > > >>> > I guess, and that is very bad." > > >>> > > > >>> > The mother hugged the twins and said, > > >>> > while wiping at a tear, > > >>> > "He could not flee the scene, you see, > > >>> > for he's been dead a year." > > >>> > The cop just looked confused and asked, > > >>> > "Now, how can that be true?" > > >>> > The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came > > >>> > and left a kiss for you. > > >>> > > > >>> > He told us not to worry > > >>> > and that you would be all right, > > >>> > and then he put us in this car with > > >>> > the pretty, flashing light. > > >>> > We wanted him to stay with us, > > >>> > because we miss him so, > > >>> > but Mommy, he just hugged us tight > > >>> > and said he had to go. > > >>> > > > >>> > He said someday we'd understand > > >>> > and told us not to fuss, > > >>> > and he said to tell you, Mommy, > > >>> > he's watching over us." > > >>> > The mother knew without a doubt > > >>> > that what they spoke was true, > > >>> > for she recalled their dad's last words, > > >>> > "I will watch over you." > > >>> > > > >>> > The firemen's notes could not explain > > >>> > the twisted, mangled car, > > >>> > and how the three of them escaped > > >>> > without a single scar. > > >>> > But on the cop's report was scribed, > > >>> > in print so very fine, > > >>> > An angel walked the beat tonight > > >>> > on Highway 109. > > >>> > > > >>> > Lark Bennett > > >>> > Golfport Police Department > >

Hi again, Okay, this one is a real heart-ripper! ;`( But I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you not to send these directly to the list anymore. I closed down the open chat several weeks ago and with it went your "protection" from everyone getting on you for being off-topic. You are certainly welcome add me to your address book to receive other things like this, though. :) I wish you an evening filled with inner-peace and contentment. :) Colleen paparoyinbrea wrote: > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: <[email protected]> > To: <[email protected]> > Sent: Sunday, October 21, 2001 6:44 PM > Subject: HIGHWAY 109 > > > HIGHWAY 109 > > > >>> > > > > >>> > A drunk man in an Oldsmobile > > > >>> > they said had run the light > > > >>> > that caused the six-car pileup > > > >>> > on 109 that night. > > > >>> > When broken bodies lay about > > > >>> > and blood was everywhere, > > > >>> > the sirens screamed out elegies, > > > >>> > for death was in the air. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > A mother, trapped inside her car, > > > >>> > was heard above the noise; > > > >>> > her plaintive plea near split the air: > > > >>> > "Oh, God, please spare my boys!" > > > >>> > She fought to loose her pinioned hands; > > > >>> > she struggled to get free, > > > >>> > but mangled metal held her fast > > > >>> > in grim captivity. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > Her frightened eyes then focused on where > > > >>> > the back seat once had been, > > > >>> > but all she saw was broken glass and > > > >>> > two children's seats crushed in. > > > >>> > Her twins were nowhere to be seen; > > > >>> > she did not hear them cry, > > > >>> > and then she prayed they'd been thrown free, > > > >>> > "Oh, God, don't let them die!" > > > >>> > > > > >>> > Then firemen came and cut her loose, > > > >>> > but when they searched the back, > > > >>> > they found therein no little boys, > > > >>> > but the seat belts were intact. > > > >>> > They thought the woman had gone mad > > > >>> > and was traveling alone, > > > >>> > but when they turned to question her, > > > >>> > they discovered she was gone. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > Policemen saw her running wild > > > >>> > and screaming above the noise > > > >>> > in beseeching supplication, > > > >>> > "Please help me find my boys! > > > >>> > They're four years old and wear blue shirts; > > > >>> > their jeans are blue to match." > > > >>> > One cop spoke up, "They're in my car, > > > >>> > and they don't have a scratch. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > They said their daddy put them there > > > >>> > and gave them each a cone, > > > >>> > then told them both to wait for Mom > > > >>> > to come and take them home. > > > >>> > I've searched the area high and low, > > > >>> > but I can't find their dad. > > > >>> > He must have fled the scene, > > > >>> > I guess, and that is very bad." > > > >>> > > > > >>> > The mother hugged the twins and said, > > > >>> > while wiping at a tear, > > > >>> > "He could not flee the scene, you see, > > > >>> > for he's been dead a year." > > > >>> > The cop just looked confused and asked, > > > >>> > "Now, how can that be true?" > > > >>> > The boys said, "Mommy, Daddy came > > > >>> > and left a kiss for you. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > He told us not to worry > > > >>> > and that you would be all right, > > > >>> > and then he put us in this car with > > > >>> > the pretty, flashing light. > > > >>> > We wanted him to stay with us, > > > >>> > because we miss him so, > > > >>> > but Mommy, he just hugged us tight > > > >>> > and said he had to go. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > He said someday we'd understand > > > >>> > and told us not to fuss, > > > >>> > and he said to tell you, Mommy, > > > >>> > he's watching over us." > > > >>> > The mother knew without a doubt > > > >>> > that what they spoke was true, > > > >>> > for she recalled their dad's last words, > > > >>> > "I will watch over you." > > > >>> > > > > >>> > The firemen's notes could not explain > > > >>> > the twisted, mangled car, > > > >>> > and how the three of them escaped > > > >>> > without a single scar. > > > >>> > But on the cop's report was scribed, > > > >>> > in print so very fine, > > > >>> > An angel walked the beat tonight > > > >>> > on Highway 109. > > > >>> > > > > >>> > Lark Bennett > > > >>> > Golfport Police Department > > > > > > ==== HOWELL Mailing List ==== > Please do not send messages with attachments, HTML, MIME, or any other > enhanced text to the list. RootsWeb does not allow messages with those > settings through their servers and will only return them to you.