Here we go, after the wedding it was time to dive in. I worked as a program manager in the aircraft manufacturing industry. I had worked so hard to bring together the perfect team, we were filling the walls with awards on our performance from major aircraft companies such as Boeing, Cessna, McDonald Douglas, Northrop Grumman etc.
|My winning team|
|Here I am on Rodeo Drive while on a business trip in California|
Summer brought big plans, my girl child was competing in a pageant that she had been invited that was for highly academic achievers so in the midst of 12 hour days, we prepared for that. I was also planning a trip to Aruba with my best friend ever and this was another dream to come true for me, getting out of the country for the first time.
July 14, 2000, Laci and I traveled to Fort Smith for her pageant, she sat in the car while I checked in. Standing in line, I felt someone come up from behind me and grab me and squeeze me so very hard that I couldn't breathe. I turned and no one was there but I started sweating profusely. I had no idea what had happened but it did freak me out. When I got to the car Laci could tell something was wrong, not to worry a 17 y/o, I told her it was just hot in there.
The weekend went by and to be honest, I truly can't remember anything about it. I must have just went through the motions. Monday morning I was at work at 5 AM, as my team began to arrive, I had a couple of different ones ask me what was wrong, that I looked horrible. I felt fine, of course I felt fine......I was NOT going to NOT feel fine....how dare anyone say anything, I had no time to even think about how I felt.....I was aiming for perfection on July 17, 2000...........to be continued.