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[aid] => mick
[title] => SAN ANTONIOS COLDEST DAY IN 123 YEARS
[time] => 2004-03-14 21:42:57
[hometext] => True story of my 36 mile walk from downtown San Antonio to the first all night truck stop on interstate 10 west
[bodytext] => I was west coast bound from a Texas town back when it was cold enough to swear. The policeman said: "City limits are straight ahead. Don't you hitch-hike till your there. I said ;"O.K." and:"By the way, is this walk gonna take awhile?" That's when he started to grin, then said: "That depends, on how fast you can walk twenty miles." I already said it was cold, but I was young and quite bold. So I put myself to that test. With my leg muscles straining, it started in raining. Just nineteen more miles to a rest. I covered that ground from the center of town, as the tempreture dipped below freezing. I left San Antone, wet to the bone, just as a west Texas wind started breezing. And after twenty miles? There was noplace in sight , that was open all night, and I needed to thaw out real soon. So I kept to my stride and I prayed for a ride, passing time by singing this tune; (Slow down people,i'm headed back west. I know I haven't shaved for days, and don't look my best. I know my clothes are dirty , but I do need to rest. please slow down and give me a ride. Twenty-six miles from the center of town I came across a sign. It said; TWENTY-FOUR HOUR TRUCKSTOP TEN MILES UP THE LINE That was when I knew I might not make it. But with twenty-six behind me i'll try and take it. I was eight miles from that truck stop when I came upon a doe. Eighty pounds of car hit deer on the ground, still alive, but just barely so. I thought of my self lying there, then said; "I don't know. Maybe we'll make it, maybe we won't. What the hell, lets go." Twenty-eight miles behind me. A half dead deer across my back. Besides being cold and icy, I'm having a be kind to animals attack! But there is seldom a happy ending, when a car and a deer collide. I don't think we had traveled one full mile when that bundle of misery died. I can't tell you what made me happier. Was it the animals ending of pain? Or that I could put down that burden, and not have to touch it again. I only know that I walked on, till i made it to the light, and the warmth of that truck stop. I drank coffee the rest of that night. When I got there, the waitress asked me, how i reached their place? I said;"Mmmaaaaammmm, frrruhhmm SSann AAnntonne tuhh hhere issnt thhaat ffarr aah wawalk." That put a look on her face! Also in a mood to talk. So I shivvered out my story. I even told her about the deer. She gave me lots of coffee. I saw her shed a tear. She said;"That was crazy. That was kind." And:"Why did you do that for?" I told her that I didn't know , but I will always wonder, how it would have felt to have walked that deer through her door. By morning I was feeling better, just glad to be alive. To hell with this Texas weather. This hound dog will surrive. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 31 [informant] => rhymeandreason [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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