Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down (Devil’s Interference)

The Catastrophe

This was the morning when all began so wonderfully.  Then, following our breakfast of biscuits, bacon, juice, milk and coffee the devil began running interference trying to keep us away from church.

We walked down the stairs and were almost to the car when I heard, “Hey Steve Richie,” it was my girlfriend.  Well alright, my friend who happens to be a girl, girlfriend, right?

I looked back to where the voice came from and slowly the figure emerged from under the stairs (her sister has an apartment down there).  We spoke briefly then I said, “Well we have to be going to church – see you two there.  

Steph and I hopped in my car and C & G got in C’s car.  We go all adjusted with seatbelts and all and slowly backed out.   I put the car in drive and began going forward but when I was directly behind C’s car her backup lights came on I layed on the horn, but it was too late…

The dead sounding, “Thwunk,” was all I could hear, probably much louder to my sensitive ears than it really was.  I put the car in park to go around to the passenger side and assess damage, which I was certain by the sound inside the car that that rear quarter panel had been caved in.

To my surprise and to C’s  there was only paint from her car that was just above my right wheel that showed I was hit, hmmm, it was so loud.  C rubbed it with her finger as I did also and there was not a dent nor a scrape.  That paint mostly rubbed off with my thumb.

C walked over to her auto to look at the damage and hers sustained more than mine did, which was nothing.  

“My car is supposed to beep if there is something behind it, but I looked before backing up and I didn’t even see you,”  C said.  

All the devil’s interference, see? Hers will need to be rubbed out a little and touched up.  When mine is taken into the Chevrolet dealership for it’s 90 day clean and shine interior and exterior I will have mine buffed out a little. And Voila…it will be as good as new.  

We still made it to church mostly on time and unscathed…Praise the Lord!

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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