Don’t know how it happened. I was walkin’ along minding my own business, while bird hunting beside these railroad tracks, out in the country. I had just passed a track switch and was now about twenty yards away from it, when it happened. It was the darnnest thing. My ankle twisted and slid under the track. It hurt like hell, but worse than that it was stuck. I moved rocks, dug, wiggled and pulled, but I just could not free my leg. I was in a spot. Luckily, I was not across the tracks, but I was close enough to get beat up, if a train came by. I really didn’t have many options. I just started moving as many rocks away as I could, trying to make a hole to lie in. I wanted to get myself below train level as much as possible.
Then the inevitable happened! Way, way off in the distance, I heard the train whistle. It was a terrifying sound, but I knew I had to keep a cool head. I kept on trying to think what I could do to keep from getting torn up or maybe even killed. The whistle grew louder! I tried and tried, but nothing came to me as a solution. I snuggled in the hole I had made, as low as possible and waited for the pain. The whistle kept blowin’. It was getting louder each time it blew. My fear was growing.
Finally, from out of the woods, there came a fella, who was hunting too and lucky for me, he was standing right by the track switch. I yelled as loud as I could, “A train is comin’! Pull the swith!” After I yelled, the train whistle bellowed again, even louder this time. The fella looked at me down the track and yelled back, “There ain’t no train.” In frustration, I screamed back, “You don’t hear that whistle? It’s getting’ close! You’ll be able to see it soon and I can’t get out of here! You’ve got to pull that switch!” He yelled back, “Look mister, I can get you some help, but you need to calm down. There ain’t no train and there ain’t no whistle. And I’m not gonna fool with no railroad stuff, when everything is okay right now.”
Me and this fella went back and forth with our yellin’ for what seemed like eternity. By this time, I was pretty worn out. I figured I would give it one last try before he left me to get help. I yelled, “Look you moron! That whistle is loud enough for all of
to hear! That train will be on top of me soon! You have to pull that switch and save
me! Just pull the damn switch!” He glared back at me shakin’ his moronic head
and said, “Look fella, there’s no need to get rude. I’m going for help. You set tight and I’ll be back before you
know it. So, rest easy, ‘cause there
ain’t no train and there ain’t no whistle.
You’re probably in shock.” Texas
Just as he turned to walk away, the train was in sight. I made one more desperate scream, “Look, look, look! There is the train! You can see it! It’s right there!” The fella grinned and mumbled back, “Damn fool’s out of his mind. There ain’t no train.”
Four days later, I woke up in the hospital. No, the fella never had time to do me any good and yes the train got me. It tore my stomach wide open and broke one of my arms. There was wire hanging from the train and it cut me up pretty good too. They stitched me up and put everything back in place, but I’ll be in here for another three weeks to a month. That ol’ train got me good. I sure wish that fella hadn’t ignored me and just pulled that switch.
Of course, you wouldn’t believe it, but there was some usefulness to what had happened to me. Yep, it gave a very good example of how I feel when I write most of my articles.
You see, I know that my country is stuck on the tracks and there is a big ol’ dark Communist,
Locomotive headed right for it! There is
a track switch right in front of us, but it is rusted and just a few of us will
not be able to pull it. It will take a
whole bunch of us pullin’ together to flip that switch and divert the
train. Here’s the problem though; the
majority of us don’t even see or hear the train. They don’t think there is an emergency. Heck, they don’t even see one. To them, the world is a happy place and it is
going to always be that way.
Is the story real? Did it really happen to me? Did I really get all torn up? Well, I will let you let your imagination run wild, but you gotta admit that there is a train wreck fixin’ to fall upon us…and you can take that to the bank! I do see the train!
"If we move in mass, be it ever so circuitously, we shall attain our object; but if we break into squads, everyone pursuing the path he thinks most direct, we become an easy conquest to those who can now barely hold us in check." --Thomas Jefferson, letter to William Duane, 1811
RECITATION: "I am very proud, that I pray to and worship our Judea/Christian, God Almighty. I am very proud to be an American, who loves all his family and all his fellow patriots. I will defend the original Constitutional. I will defend the rights and lives of patriots to the best of my ability and, if time and resources permit will even defend other Americans, who may fail to believe as I do, but I will never defend a Muslim, believer of the Quran! They are my ENEMY and I DO NOT recognize their beliefs in Islam to be a RELIGION, and I never will! Remember, be proud of, and promote, your beliefs! Be proud you're an American and promote that with pride! Be proud of your families and your fellow patriots and promote that with pride! And last, take some kind of real action and pray “everyday” for God to lead you correctly! Believe me.....this will lead to success.”” -- JOHN L SULAK ...and there you have some more opinions from me, Th' Dumb Ol' East Texas Boy. Take care out there, okay. IN GOD WE DO TRUST!