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A Day to Remember
I was to drive the president of Texas Instruments, who was going to be the key speaker at the
event to be held at the Trade Mart after the parade. Another driver and I were to pick up his entire family about 6:30 a.m. When we pulled into his driveway
that morning, the sun was just beginning to break and I was amazed at the size and beauty of the house. Then I found out that this house was just the servants
quarters. Past it, and through a grove of trees, was another big house, only it was ten times as large as the first one. We didnít get to go in there so I donít
know what it looked like on the inside, but it was BIG! We had to wait for the family in the servantís quarters. The maid served us cookies and coffee and
was very polite, but somehow I felt like a slave. I never will forget that feeling,
as if we werenít good enough to go in the big house.
We didnít hear any shots because the air conditioner was running and all the windows were rolled up. In a few minutes, all hell broke loose. People were running everywhere you looked and the knot in my stomach would not release its grip. We just couldnít believe what had happened. Police came from every direction and we were stuck there for what seemed like a couple of hours. After we were able to start moving again, we made our way to Parkland Hospital and waited outside in the car for a couple of more hours. Finally the news came that the President was dead. People were crying everywhere you looked. It was truly a sad time for our country. We eventually took the family to the Trade Mart so they could tie up any loose ends there and then drove them back home. I arrived home about ten p.m. that night and my wife was frantic. She had no way of knowing where I might have been when the shots were fired or if I was all right. We were supposed to be celebrating our first anniversary that night but somehow we werenít in the mood. After thirty-seven years of marriage, my wife and I have never forgotten an anniversary. What a sad way to remember them.
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