The three women getting away from their captors had my
family and I talking this morning about “The Kidnapper” who tried to bring heartache to us.
I
am wondering what our life would be like today, if the unthinkable did happen, twenty
years ago. There are times in your life you have to say thank God for giving
you a six sense, intuition, perception, etc… I had to go to the store to buy
something. A feeling of trepidation was in my heart and I did not want to go,
but I needed the item. My son was three years old, and he was home from
daycare, so I had to take him with me. Since I was having an uncomfortable
feeling in my heart, I held his hand and made sure he was next to me at all times.
When we arrived at the store there were about five people shopping. One woman
stood out. She was wearing a green shirt. It was the exact color as the one
that I was wearing. When she looked my way, I felt more anxious and I started
to question myself. “Why am I feeling this way?” I decided not to browse… just
get the item, pay for it and leave the store. The moment I got it, I stood in
line and I held on to my son’s hand. When I got to the cashier, I put my item
on the counter, let go of my son’s hand, opened my handbag and took out my
wallet. As I was about to pay, I looked down for my son. He was not there so I
called out to him, but there was no answer. I kept shouting his name and my
intuition was saying to me, “Go to the front door”, so I ran to it. I asked the
security guard who was standing near the door, if he saw a little boy wearing a
red tee shirt and blue jeans. He told me a woman walked out with a little boy
who was wearing those same color clothes. I ran out of the store onto the
sidewalk. The lady in the same color shirt, was holding my son's hand, waiting
to get on the bus… I shouted my son's name and he looked around, and said,
“Mommy?” then he looked up at the lady… I screamed for him to come and he
pulled away from her. She saw me running towards them and she started running…
I held onto my son tightly. He started to cry and he told me that the woman
looked like me. I told him it’s okay. I kept looking at the woman, as she
sprinted away…
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