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Wednesday, May 11, 2016

"The Attack..." 'Bettejo Dux' (Vintage Bettejo)

Bettejo Dux has lived on the cosmic Garden
 Island of Kaua'i for over 40 years.
Bettejo is a regular opinion writer in the Garden Island news
and a published author. 

Editors note;
Bettejo has had a rough month with the passing of
her horse Ari, her ER visit and this recent attack. (Read the blog)
Please join me in wishing Bettejo
healing energies, positive thought and prayer for those who pray.
Aloha, 
James "Kimo" Rosen 
Publisher-blogger-n-chief, dakinetalk blog


The Attack

Some stories must be told. Though some people would rather not hear them.

There's a school of thought:  if you don't talk about 'bad stuff' it'll  vanish. Trust me, it won't. A time comes when one must face the truth. Particularly when it smacks you in the eye with a sharp stick.

True stories, like this one, aren't meant to vilify. Nor  endorse fear. They're  a means  to understand.  The rage, the violence, the hate that brews inside the flesh, the mind, the  core of man,  can erupt  any time.  And, until it happens to you, you haven't a clue  the trauma it can create.

Yesterday was a lovely day. Sunny.   Pleasant to the senses.  Birds sang, A  perfumed breeze blew, it caressed my check. Traffic on my narrow two lane road was serene. My little gray Yuris was happy as a saddle horse on a morning ride  through Central Park. I dropped  mail off at a neighbors box, crossed the one lane bridge, and braked at the  sign at the top of the  hill. I  signaled to turn right.

Suddenly, from the left, a four door gray sedan whipped'round  a sharp corner and stopped within inches,  as far as I could tell, from my driver's side door. Had it hit me, my little car would have flipped. To my left I was looking through the front window of the car. I  gasped, tried to grin--stuff happens-- and  gestured  the driver, a blank countenance behind the glass a few feet away and opened my palm to  gesture  he back so I could safely traverse a right  and continue on my way.

Thus began  an incident so surreal, I'm still shaken thinking about it.

The driver shook his head, so I gestured again. The  head shook 'no' and a woman--she spoke--jumped out  her side  and shouted, "It's  your fault. You're over the double line."  She  crawled back inside. The driver, obviously a man, had  nearly collided with me. I wasn't able to judge the distance between the cars so when the driver rolled down his window I asked, politely, "Back up, please."

With that he jumped out of his car, loomed large outside my window breathing down on me.  Then,  shoving his arm through my open window, grabbed my steering wheel.


What saved me was a car with three passengers--I think I counted-- one tall young man came immediately to my aid, "Are you okay?" I shook my head.

Another young man spoke to the driver, suggesting he  back. This one  came to my window and  stood between me and the driver. He helped me navigate the corner. "Have a good day," the tall one  said. "You, too, " I replied. Behind us the driver, in the middle of the road,  was screaming obscenities.

I want to thank the young men.  Hope their day was good.

My  bad trip was balanced with three good ones. That's Kauai.

But I don't know what to make of it. Do you?

Bettejo and Ari


Hana Hou, (Encore) Shared From Facebook;



10 comments:

KimoRosen said...

Bettejo, your life needs to be filmed as a reality show for cable TV. I'm sure it would render viewerships which in turn would provide advertisers which means you could become RICH! wink emoticon

KimoRosen said...

Trivia! In the photo above of Bettejo her daughter also appears in the photo. The lady in purple is holding a sign with her right hand, the gray headed woman under her hand is Blue Dux, Bettejo's daughter. Now you know the rest of the story...

Bettejo Dux said...

Bettejo said by email; "Thank you Kimo, loved the layout and all the good thoughts and prayers and stuff. You guys must have great powers and worship good Gods--otherwise where did those darling young men who 'saved' me come from? My foot is healing. That's good. Planning the flowers on Ari's grave. (See Seattle Slew's grave in your search.) Your advice is good. It's a gorgeous day here in my neck of paradise. My darling neighbor just stopped by with a bundle of benjamins, some fruit, some organic canned stuff and some toasted sesame oil. I mean, how rich can a guy get? Also trying to figure out my iPhone so I can send pictures.
If somebody wants to do a reality show we'll make it a joyful, funny, happy one. Love to all of you. Stay tuned."

KimoRosen said...

Just stay on your road to recovery and hopefully we can find a film crew to follow you and your life!

Bettejo Dux said...

I'd wear them out.

KimoRosen said...

Well, like with Dr. Scott, they needed 2 crews!

Bettejo Dux said...

And a couple of horses.

Melinda Kontos said...

Feel better, Betty-Jo!!

Harmony Bentosino said...

I'm sorry that happened to you Bettejo. At least there was somebody supportive for you.

Bettejo Dux said...

Met the guy who saved me at Costco today. He was rifght in front of me in line and recognized me. Weird, huh? Good weird. Excuse me while I go back fighting with this iPhone dohickey...