It’s that time of year again . . . (The following was originally posted here on my blog on July 7, 2018)
It happened to me almost forty years ago. I was living about an hour north of Chicago, where I worked for a home builder in a swanky new development on a lake. I worked in the office answering phones, greeting potential home buyers, answering their questions, and taking them on a tour of the model homes.
I worked by myself, with only a radio to keep me company. But I liked it, it was peaceful… until it wasn’t.
My day began early in the morning and continued until after dark, when it was time to lock up the office and the model houses. One night, after another quiet day, I turned off the lights, locked the office, then secured the three model homes. As I was walking back up the sidewalk, a car came alongside me and stopped. Then someone inside that car took three shots at me.
Even after all these years, I can still see the red-orange muzzle flash of the gunshots. I can still hear the POW POW POW.
I ran as fast as I could, jumped in my little Toyota Celica, and as I started the engine, the other car took off. Thank God Thank God Thank God, none of those bullets hit me!
But why? WHY? Why would a total stranger drive up and randomly shoot at me like that?
I never went back to that job again. I did not report the shooting, either. I already had Post-traumatic Stress Disorder from a childhood of multiple extreme traumas, although I did not know at the time that I had PTSD, I just thought I was a little “crazy.” But I definitely did have PTSD by then, and I am sure this is why I was too afraid to go to the authorities.
Here in the small southwestern city where my husband and I moved to earlier this year, people LOVE their fireworks. Last night at 11 p.m., two whole days after the Fourth, people were still setting off loud booming fireworks all around us. Which is making our two rescue dogs a little crazy. Worse, it’s making my combat veteran husband flash back to Vietnam.
As for me… I keep remembering that senseless random shooting north of Chicago so many years ago, the red-orange muzzle flashes, the POW POW POW of some deranged stranger shooting at me.
But… I am Ok! I was lucky, or maybe I should say very blessed. I did not get shot! And today, thanks to the neurofeedback treatments* that I had last year, hearing all the loud random fireworks going off in our neighborhood, and remembering those long ago gunshots, is NOT making me feel anxious or afraid! Not even a little bit! WOW WOW WOW!!
I will be super glad, though, when things get back to normal, for my best-friend-husband’s sake, and for our poor, terrified, pampered fur babies. Even the wild birds around the feeder in our yard looked a little shell shocked this morning.
I think it is sadly ironic that the way our country celebrates its freedom, is with loud booming explosive sounds, guaranteed to traumatize most of the men and women who have fought for our freedom. We need a fireworks-free Quiet Zone this time of year, in every state, within driving distance of every veteran, to get away from the war sounds.
God bless, and thank you for stopping by. Feel free to leave a comment and share how the fireworks have been affecting you and your loved ons
*Ryan Watson in Amarillo, Texas, administered my NFT, and he is AWESOME. I tried to talk my husband into giving neurofeedback a try, but he did not want to. Which is fine, his EFT has been helping him a lot. But not with fireworks..