I don't know if perhaps this is a right forum for this comment. But I'll drop it here and see.
It relates to the death of Osama Bin Laden. On the night of the World Trade Center Attack. The girl that's living with me and my wife. (she's 18 now) Got up under the bed and stay there most of the night. She was convince that people would
ake into the house with guns and shoot us all.
Well I could not get her to come out from under that bed. So I pulled up a chair and sit by the bed all night. I went to sleep after a while.
When I woak up the next morning. She was on top of the bed asleep with her little
other.
I never ever thought about that night at all for all these years. But the other day after the report that this monster had been killed.
She said somthing to my wife about night. Somthing that I can't seem to get off my mind.
She talked about how Anthony, That's what she's calls me. Had tryed to get her to come out from under the bed.
And that she seen me stand up and walk away.
Before she had time to yell for me to come back. She seen my legs comming back though the bottom of the door. She seen the legs of a chair landing on the floor beside the bed. Then she seen my legs go backwards in front of the chair legs.
She said she stayed thier all night looking at the legs of that chair. And my legs in front of it. And that she just knew. That nothing could ever get pass those legs.
Thier will aways be evil in this world. But thier is less evil tonight.
