Writer's Block: It's Too Late to Apologize
Hmm... another writers block...
Generally, I've NOT EVER been the person to hold grudges. Heck... I'm going to be in my best friend from when I was in Kindergarten's wedding next year, after NOT talking throughout highschool and most of Junior High... Yay for internet networking sites reconnecting people who have lost touch! People grow and change... but...
There is a whole situation of events that have occured in my life that I can't forgive the other person involved for. I hope he falls off of a cliff to this day.
Aside from that which I will not waste anymore time rehashing details about... the other WORST thing anyone has ever done;
When I was in 10th grade, our house burned down and my mom moved to the country and we had a barn and a lot of property - I was so excited. I'd always wanted a horse and farm animals... so, since we didn't have time for a horse and cows, my mom allowed me to buy some geese and a St Bernard (hey, he looked IDENTICAL to the calves at the Shiawassee County Fair 4H show!).
We drove all the way up North (a 2 hour drive) to pick up the puppy, who had been orphaned at birth and hand raised. When we got there, the owner had those dutch doors where the top opens separate from the bottom. He opened the door and the dad dog came up and set his head on the base - his head alone was the size of 3 bowling balls - the owner told us he was 6.5 ft long and weighed almost 200bs. Once we walked in, this dog came running around the corner "Beethoven" style, scrambling to keep his balance as he turned - my mom looked and said "So where is this puppy?". Ha. That huge, 98 lb dog flying towards us WAS the puppy... all 4 months of him!
I was so excited. We bought him. We were expecting a 25 lb puppy and had packed a Toyota Carolla with two 8 year olds and a 4 year old, plus my mom and myself. All the way home he sat between my legs drooling on me.
We had him for two weeks. He was such an interesting dog, we had a hard time figuring out a name for him...
The last day we had him, I had played outside with him for HOURS. Finally, my mom and I had some errands to run. We left with her boyfriend and the dog in the front yard. In the two weeks that we had him, he had never wandered into the road - not even ONCE. As my mom and I pulled out of the driveway he started to walk towards the car... so I got out, walked him back to the garage and made him sit and told him to stay. It took a few tries, but finally, he stayed until we could no longer see the house in the rearview mirrors. About an hour later, we came home. We pulled up and my mom's boyfriend was standing near the end of the driveway, and there was a blanket on the ground - as soon as I saw my dog under it I jumped out of the (still moving) car and ran over to him.
My mom's boyfriend had left him outside for a moment to run in and answer the phone, as he was walking back outside, the dog was walking into the road. Brian (my mom's boyfriend) yelled, but it was too late - the van was travelling WAY too fast... she nailed him... his hips ended up pinned under her back tires, and she spun out on him as she took off. It was our neighbor down the road.
My mom's boyfriend called the police because she had been going so fast, and hadn't even taken a moment to apollogize or anything and he was PISSED. I sat out in the front yard with my dog while my mom called the emergency vet. I cried and sobbed the whole time. My dog laid there, with his head in my lap, and he just stared at me. I was so angry - I just sat there crying and screaming... he was such a beautiful dog, so intelligent, so loving... and that bitch just ran him over - she saw Brian, and never even stopped to see if my dog was okay, or to apollogize.
They took him to the vet. He died sometime during the night. The police came that day - and they gave the neighbor our phone number.
She called. My mom bitched her out for being so rude. I didn't even want to be there. I went to my room - my mom yelled down at me to come talk to the lady.
I asked "Why did'nt you stop" - she said "I had ice cream melting in the car, plus, I wasn't sure I hit him".
???? How the hell do you NOT know you just hit a baby cow?
"He died" I told her. "I know, I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do" she said.
"You didn't even try... and you were going too fast," I told her. "I know, honey, I'm sorry", she responded.
"He's DEAD, YOU KILLED HIM", I said - and then I hung up and cried the rest of the day.
She didn't stop because she "had ice cream melting" in her car. Are you kidding me? And, the speed limit was 45, she admitted she was going much faster, too fast to stop at all, or even slow down.
Generally, I've NOT EVER been the person to hold grudges. Heck... I'm going to be in my best friend from when I was in Kindergarten's wedding next year, after NOT talking throughout highschool and most of Junior High... Yay for internet networking sites reconnecting people who have lost touch! People grow and change... but...
There is a whole situation of events that have occured in my life that I can't forgive the other person involved for. I hope he falls off of a cliff to this day.
Aside from that which I will not waste anymore time rehashing details about... the other WORST thing anyone has ever done;
When I was in 10th grade, our house burned down and my mom moved to the country and we had a barn and a lot of property - I was so excited. I'd always wanted a horse and farm animals... so, since we didn't have time for a horse and cows, my mom allowed me to buy some geese and a St Bernard (hey, he looked IDENTICAL to the calves at the Shiawassee County Fair 4H show!).
We drove all the way up North (a 2 hour drive) to pick up the puppy, who had been orphaned at birth and hand raised. When we got there, the owner had those dutch doors where the top opens separate from the bottom. He opened the door and the dad dog came up and set his head on the base - his head alone was the size of 3 bowling balls - the owner told us he was 6.5 ft long and weighed almost 200bs. Once we walked in, this dog came running around the corner "Beethoven" style, scrambling to keep his balance as he turned - my mom looked and said "So where is this puppy?". Ha. That huge, 98 lb dog flying towards us WAS the puppy... all 4 months of him!
I was so excited. We bought him. We were expecting a 25 lb puppy and had packed a Toyota Carolla with two 8 year olds and a 4 year old, plus my mom and myself. All the way home he sat between my legs drooling on me.
We had him for two weeks. He was such an interesting dog, we had a hard time figuring out a name for him...
The last day we had him, I had played outside with him for HOURS. Finally, my mom and I had some errands to run. We left with her boyfriend and the dog in the front yard. In the two weeks that we had him, he had never wandered into the road - not even ONCE. As my mom and I pulled out of the driveway he started to walk towards the car... so I got out, walked him back to the garage and made him sit and told him to stay. It took a few tries, but finally, he stayed until we could no longer see the house in the rearview mirrors. About an hour later, we came home. We pulled up and my mom's boyfriend was standing near the end of the driveway, and there was a blanket on the ground - as soon as I saw my dog under it I jumped out of the (still moving) car and ran over to him.
My mom's boyfriend had left him outside for a moment to run in and answer the phone, as he was walking back outside, the dog was walking into the road. Brian (my mom's boyfriend) yelled, but it was too late - the van was travelling WAY too fast... she nailed him... his hips ended up pinned under her back tires, and she spun out on him as she took off. It was our neighbor down the road.
My mom's boyfriend called the police because she had been going so fast, and hadn't even taken a moment to apollogize or anything and he was PISSED. I sat out in the front yard with my dog while my mom called the emergency vet. I cried and sobbed the whole time. My dog laid there, with his head in my lap, and he just stared at me. I was so angry - I just sat there crying and screaming... he was such a beautiful dog, so intelligent, so loving... and that bitch just ran him over - she saw Brian, and never even stopped to see if my dog was okay, or to apollogize.
They took him to the vet. He died sometime during the night. The police came that day - and they gave the neighbor our phone number.
She called. My mom bitched her out for being so rude. I didn't even want to be there. I went to my room - my mom yelled down at me to come talk to the lady.
I asked "Why did'nt you stop" - she said "I had ice cream melting in the car, plus, I wasn't sure I hit him".
???? How the hell do you NOT know you just hit a baby cow?
"He died" I told her. "I know, I'm sorry, there was nothing I could do" she said.
"You didn't even try... and you were going too fast," I told her. "I know, honey, I'm sorry", she responded.
"He's DEAD, YOU KILLED HIM", I said - and then I hung up and cried the rest of the day.
She didn't stop because she "had ice cream melting" in her car. Are you kidding me? And, the speed limit was 45, she admitted she was going much faster, too fast to stop at all, or even slow down.