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That was absolutely a critical detail in their planning my departure from my old homestead.
14 year old boy of Lebanese parents was perched on a bicycle, on the sidewalk, just a few feet from the street.
In the empty spot in front of the white house was a pickup truck with a camper.
The boy was completely blocked from my view. I was approaching from the left proceeding to the right.
My "feelings" (natural, not mind stuff) where way up about something, so I preceded very slowly.
I was driving a 1978 Pontiac Bonneville, a very big/long car.
As my view cleared the back of the camper, I saw the boy perched on the sidewalk on a bicycle.
His foot pedal was positioned at the very top, as someone getting ready to start a bicycle race.
HERE IS THE SCARY PART...
His head was cocked down and away.
He was in a hypnotic sleep.
He started down the 3 ft. of driveway with absolutely NO AWARENESS of my being there.
"THEIR" timing was off however, and instead of him getting HIT BY ME (front of car), he ran into the side of my car.
However he hit his head on my side view mirror, so damage was done.
I stopped my car (pre-cell phone days) and yelled for help.
MORE SCARY STUFF
THERE WAS NOT ONE PERSON OUT OF THEIR HOUSE!!!
I know this block. It was a sunny July afternoon. There would have been a BUNCH OF PEOPLE outside under NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES.
Police and ambulance soon arrived. Boy was taken to near by hospital.
The police man arrived in one of those high-end chase-em down type cars, like a Camero or Vette or something.
Were they planning on or hoping for a RUNDOWN???!!!
This small little town does not have the extra cash for this kind of stuff, but here it is.
MIND CONTROL AGAIN
The policeman filled out his report and had me running into the boy with the FRONT of my car.
This was NOT how it happened, the "CONSPIRACY"'s timing was off and they sent him into the side of my car.
The police man kept asking me over again to sign off on his statement that I hit the boy with the front of my car.
I kept saying NO, that is NOT THE WAY IT HAPPENED.
I remember a brief lull in things then I signed the erroneous report.
The cop had put me under to get me to sign it.
A few days later I went down to talk to the mother.
She told me not to worry about the Arab community.
THE ARAB COMMUNITY???
You see what I mean...
This was the last time I drove down that street as I had been kicked out of the old homestead that my little brother now owned.
You know the fact that this was the last time they would have to run this scam, that "THEY" used this fact to convince the mother to agree to this.
Needless to say they went too far this time.
|CAMPER SIMILAR TO ONE BLOCKING MY VIEW|
|BONNEVILLE SIMILAR TO MINE|