TheMidevils's Blog

 

Do Ghosts, Witches, ESP, Physics exists?

 

Is Sylvia Brown or John Edwards for real?

 

     Let us tell you a short story, and then you decide if it does or does not exist.    We (I) came from a fairly middle sized family, with 4 boys all with the first names that started with the letter D.   We grew up on a small hobby farm in Minnesota and were a band of brothers who have never thrown a punch at each other.    My younger bro D3 grew up and became an over the road truck driver and loved it.   He spent a lifetime smoking cigarettes, drinking Pepsi and primping his full thick beard that seemed to grown denser and longer each time he shaved.    He was 5' 5" and skinny as a rail, and couldn't fight his way out of a trash bag that was ripped on one end.

 

We (I) on the other hand, was a Vietnam Era Vet who fought Golden Gloves during high school, was the US Navy's 12th Naval Height weight wrestler, was bully mean to each and everyone that picked on someone less defenseless, and built and rode Harley's with a passion.   I'm D2.    After my stint from Vietnam, I became a hippie, commie, pinko biker that hated life and the war, but soon found a passionable woman who brought my life to a crashing halt.    I've made many trips to Sturgis, and while there, bought a HD ring that was skull ugly and meant to show off.   

 

D3 wanted D2's ring.   D2 (me) finally told D3 that I would put the ring out on the highway and he could have it if he found it, but if not, he could always think about it as he drove the highways and byways of the USA while hauling his load.     We were transferred to Idaho and while there, opted to take a photo shoot to S. Utah, New Mexico, Arizona etc.    We left, were down there for about 7-12 days, and then came home.    When we were about 30 miles from our home, we came into a road construction zone, so we slowed down to a simple speed, and I asked my wife to reach into the back seat and grabbed a cold soda out of the cooler.

 

She said that she could not reach it, so I made a joke and told her to have John Edwards zoom one up here.    She then sat and talked, and we began to discuss ghosts, goblins, witches, demons, and physics.     I said, "I wonder if you die, do you go to a place and meet your parents, cousins, grandparents, friends, neighbors, colleagues", etc), and my wife said, "I'm not sure".    I then continued and said, "take D3.   If he should crash his truck into a tree at 90 mph's, will he see our Dad (who had passed in 96) or Grandma Sarah or others", and again, my wife said "I'm not sure".     Just then, I put my hand up out of the sky light on our SUV, and the wind yanked my Sturgis ring right off my hand and it landed somewhere on the highway behind us.   We could not stop as we had traffic behind us, red cones and the road crew re-paving the highway on our left side, and traffic in front of us.

 

I was P.O.'d to the Max.    I said a lot of 4 letter words (such as Geez, Rats, Heck, Darn, Dang -getting the message here), and then we settled down for the last 30 miles to our home.    We called our voice mail and found out we had massive messages left, so I put down the phone, looked towards my wife and said, "well, either someone's been in a bad accident or someone has died", and she said why?    I told her that we hadn't taken that many calls in the 4 years we had been in Idaho, and in the last 12 days, we had taken so many the machine could not record them...

 

We called my oldest brother (D1) who asked us to come home to Minnesota as D3 had passed away at the age of 51.    When we questioned him, he told us that D3 had pulled into a truck stop in Illinois as he had down for many, many years, shut the truck off, and then simply laid down in bed and died immediately.     Toxins proved no drugs or alcohol in his system, but after being in the truck and not found for 8 days in the heat, they could only cremate him and send his remains to my brother's home.     Why was it him?    We have several other male members in our immediate family that are truck drivers, but why him.    What caused my wife and me to speak of him indirectly, instead of the others?    What caused the wind to remove a HD ring that D3 wanted, but in most normal situations, I could not get it off my finger as it was a tight ring to wear.    Was my brother trying to tell us to call home for messages at that time?   Was it a ghost, or an omen?    We're never going to know.

 

But we buried him in a small cemetery that sits on the site of an old church surrounded by aged old pines that was near our parent’s farm.   The church was put onto the National Register so it cannot be taken down.    His ashes were placed into the ground and faces the highway so that he'll always be near the big trucks that pass him by each day.      We believe that it was him that made us call home, and him that made me lose my ring.    He knows where that ring in buried under the pavement of that highway we were driving on, and we firmly believe that he's still out there driving that phantom rig.    Only this time, he will leave the ring where it's at and just wave whenever he passes it on his trips.

 

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Let us know you're stories of trials and tribulations, eh?