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I just finished the life story of Jaycee Lee Dugard – her memoir titled A Stolen Life. I checked the book out from the library on Thursday and finished it last night. It was difficult to put down. There were also many difficult and emotionally disturbing parts to read without tearing up.
Jaycee was kidnapped in 1991 when she was only 11 years old. Her kidnapper was a convicted rapist whose wife helped him with the kidnapping. (I won’t even mention their names in this because they don’t deserve to be on my blog.) Jaycee was basically enslaved for the next 18 years, enduring rape and sexual abuse, mental and emotional abuse, and manipulation. Unfortunately, the legal system failed her, as there were several instances in which she could have been rescued. In the book, Jaycee recounts everything she remembered about the day of her kidnapping and what she remembered in between. She was rescued in 2009, along with the two girls she’d given birth to during her captivity. But Jaycee’s story wasn’t over even after her rescue. She was subjected to media scrutiny and paparazzi harassment. Imagine spending 18 years of your life as a prisoner and then having to deal with those heartless idiots!
I was surprised that Jaycee seemed as intelligent as she was, especially since her education stopped at fifth grade. She seems to have a heart of gold and still has the innocence of that 11 year old girl that was kidnapped years ago. Surprisingly, Jaycee is incredibly forgiving of what was done to her, which is something that all of us could learn to do.
Some friends suggested watching this series on Netflix. It was downloadable for free, which is always a good thing! I am open to the fact that alien life is possible and probable, and I’ve always had an interest in archeology.
The series delves into actual written history, religion, and the mysteries of the earth. Some of the footage is amazing – the man made caves, underwater cities, and unearthed cities such as Karahan Tepe. What amazes me about this is that our history books and classes do not teach us about most of these findings.
The series gives quite a different perspective about angels, gods, and all of those things from the sky that come from light, suggesting that what people were seeing were UFO’s and beings from other planets. It also suggests that ancient humans were helped by alien technology – hence the pyramids, Stonehenge, megalithic stone circles, and other monuments that even modern technology would have difficulty building. The show theorizes that ancient flying machines were far more advanced than our current jets and planes.
History Channel’s Ancient Aliens
Karahan Tepe photos
Japan’s underwater pyramid
Told from a child’s point of view, this is what happened 25 years ago on the day the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up:
It is a chilly, but sunny afternoon. After gym class I head to history. I hear an annoying boy named John yelling in the courtyard.
“The space shuttle blew up!”
He points to the sky at a puffy looking cloud in the air. John is known to say and do things for attention, so I don’t believe him.
“Shut up!” I say. “That’s just a cloud.”
“No, I swear!” he says.
John isn’t lying. I arrive to history class. Our teacher, Mrs. Still, has the television on and announces that the Space Shuttle Challenger has exploded into the sky, killing all seven astronauts, including the first teacher in space. I have never seen a teacher cry until I see Mrs. Still. The entire class sits in awe as we watch the tragedy on the news for the entire fifty minutes. Mrs. Still tells us that it is an historical day in our lives, and that in the future we will always remember what we were doing on the day that the Space Shuttle Challenger blew up.
Excerpt from Unheard: a memoir
©2010 Susanna Hartigan
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Although you started on a Friday, which is a great way to begin a weekend and a new year, I wasn’t sure what to think of you when you started out. January was a tough month emotionally regarding several situations – especially when you took my cat. After burying our cat, when the garden above him started to bloom a few months later, I finally started to believe in you.
Twenty-ten, you allowed me to accomplish goals that I’d set for myself years ago that in recent years looked as if they would never happen. You’ve allowed for both new and old important relationships to grow and for me to realize that some of the others just shouldn’t be.
Twenty-ten, you’ve been a great year to me for closing final chapters on situations and opening new doors to others. I only hope that you are the steppingstone to your successor, 2011, which begins its new year on a Saturday – a great day to sleep get up and watch the sunrise.
Thank you for everything, 2010.