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How I survived TWA flight 514 on November 30th 1974


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deovindice

Mon Feb 15 2010, 11:29AM

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My grandmother, my mother and I were supposed to go to Washington D.C. to see my aunt Jean.

Jean was a business woman inMontgomery County Maryland. She Owned Brent and associates, a personel agency. Let me mention that that side of the family is blessed in that feild, they have an inate talent at it.

My grandfather drives the three of us to Chicago to get on board the plane. It was about a 3 hour drive in the snow in that area I would assume, but then again I know the northern Indiana roads and the way to Chicago (Chicagu is the Miami word for this area which translates literally to "place of wild onions") from home is known well to me.

the impressions I have of the whole thing is that we went to get on the plane and my grandmother put her arms across the ramps entrance, and told us to go home, and that she was going and not coming back, and thats what happened.

my grandmother never did come back, she got ground into Mt. Weather Virginia

you can see it at wiki here

the next thing that happened is the FBI brought a bag, supposedly the remains of Lucille Mosley, but the truth is, there was just a bunch of ash, no way to test it back then, it was just a bag of whatever from the crash, thats the best they could do other than just leaving it alone, but we all know how they are, they like to play with the dead, like they did my other grandmothers people, the miami.

anyways, despite all that, I remember many many small bits and peices, from even before the accident, but what really disturbs me is this, I can remember all kinds of small stuff, but when it comes to my grandmother, all I remember is loss, nothing more, and heres the real bad part about that, she spent so much time with me that she had taught me to read and write before this happened, how messed up is that? To be able to remember small bits and peices of a very very very early age but nothing regarding my grandmother who was probably with me the most of anyone other than deb and mom.

thats called a psychological block, its strange to be able to sit back and look at one and to be able to tell why it is there and see how it works. Thank god for that problem.

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king, thank god for pencils.

deovindice

Tue Jun 15 2010, 04:49PM

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263 veiws,people seem to think more of a statement like this than most other things a person could say or write, something with some hope, a fluke.. strange to think of what that says about the human mind, when so many other things matter more..

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king, thank god for pencils.


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