My First Death
By Uncle Joe
Virginia Beach, Virginia
December 6, 2017 9:37am CST
No, no! Not me, personally. I have never died in my life. This post is about my first remembered experience with death. Although quite morbid it was traumatically unusual, for a kid, or anybody else. When I was 11, there was 15 year-old neighborhood bully who loved to beat me up. That seemed to be one of his favorite pass-times but I can honestly say that I never enjoyed it. One afternoon while out riding my bicycle on the feeder road along the brand new four-lane Virginia Beach Boulevard, I spotted Billy coming up behind me, riding fast. Here we go again. Hoping to prolong my freedom before getting pummeled I started pedaling as fast and hard as I could. With him being bigger, and on a bigger bike, he easily closed the gap between us and tried to ram mine, all the while chiding about what he was going to do and laughing like a hyena… Without even thinking I swung my bicycle to avoid collision and darted across the busy highway. Billy swung around and continued the pursuit. Just as I reached the other shoulder, I heard brakes screeching a thump and screams, glancing over my shoulder just in time to see Billy sailing high in the air and them slamming down on a car hood with his head going completely through the windshield. As if that wasn’t damaging enough for an 11 year old, his mother blamed ME. She told my father I had baited her son to make him chase me into the roadway. It was all my fault. I killed Billy on purpose! Those thoughts haunted me for years. It wasn’t until I got older that I finally reasoned that it was what it was. Just an accident.
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That's crazy the mom blamed it on you . . . bait, really? Sorry for what happened to Billy, yet at the same time his mother may not have had any idea he had been beating you up regularly . . . I don't know about "karma" but . . . .. It was definitely not your fault.
I can understand how vulnerable, lost and helpless you would have felt at that time. I recall when I was a kid one bully blamed me for breaking a stone which he claimed was precious. I felt very traumatized at this vicious accusation - siva .