Brrrrrr it’s cold out! Woke up to a chilly 51 degrees this morning. It is a nice change to feel the brisk cool air. I must admit, I’m very spoiled living in Florida. I grew up in Missouri and remember the freezing cold days and nights. I especially don’t miss driving on ice and snow. My brother, aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents lived in Indiana, and we used to take 7 hour road trips to visit them.
Many will be traveling soon to visit family for the holidays. Sometimes it can be easy to get lost in bad areas or God forbid break down. Not everyone keeps a gun under their front seat for protection. Many people don’t like to have guns around especially those with children. The reality is that it’s not a safe world. You have to think of these things before they happen. There are many young adults that will be traveling home to be with family as well.
There were two young women just leaving work that were kidnapped at gun point. Who ever expects that to happen to them! Here they were happy to get off a long hard day’s work, thinking they were going to have a nice evening at home, and instead, they were driven around the city and raped continuously by two 20 year olds, and a 13 year old.
I myself was never in that type of situation, but I was however molested by a catholic priest the evening of my first holy communion. My mom always had a priest over for dinner on Sundays. This particular one, Father Varedea, wanted to have us over to his house instead this time for a barbecue to celebrate my first holy communion. There was something in his house that my father was going to fix for him, so we were going to head down to a local store (which was about a 15 minute drive) to pick it up. My mother and father went in their car, and I was going to ride with him and my brother (who was in the back seat). There were two ways to get to the store. The interstate, or route 66.
I saw my parents take the interstate, and we were going off onto route 66. I thought that was rather odd. Then he suddenly put his hand down my shirt and tried to squeeze my chest! I squirmed away in horror and told him to stop. He hesitated a bit, then did it a few more times. My brother was in the back seat telling him to leave me alone. He then put his hand on my knee, rubbed it and moved his way up my skirt! I was screaming at this point, and so was my brother, so he told me that when we got to the store I could pick out anything I wanted, and he would buy it for me. The only thing was that I had to never speak of what happened in the car.
When I got home that night, I told my parents that the reason why Father Varedea bought me the pink poochie dog I wanted was because something happened. I wasn’t supposed to tell them, but I did. My parents about had heart attacks and immediately called the head priest on the base. Yes, it was a military priest!
Now if that doesn’t show you that you cannot trust anyone, I don’t know what will! A Pepper Mace Baton is a great tool to have attached to your key chain, it serves a double purpose.
Please be sure to protect yourself and your loved ones this holiday season. What better gift to give than a life saving one!
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