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I Have A Beautiful True Story To Tell

The following is a true story. I'll let you decide if it's beautiful or not. This is the closest group I could find.

[b][big]ALWAYS CHECK THE FACTS[/big][/b]

I have a daughter who has been disabled for years
(due to a bicycle vs car collision)
and living on disability, has so much time to just read, and to delve deeper when something seems interesting. She shares things with me, I do a bit of my own digging, because I never just take anyone's word, for anything. I also tend to require several corroborating sources, before accepting something as truth.


[b][big]AND HERE IS WHY[/big][/b]


One time, when I was in high school, my dad told me something that I took as absolute truth, because surely Daddy is always right; and I passed it along to my friends and other fellow students, and got laughed at, but I didn't care. I figured they would soon learn that I was right and they were fools.

I was wrong.

"Okay, fine" I thought, "I misunderstood what Dad told me. He wasn't wrong, I just misunderstood" so I went and did some reading at the library to find out what was right, and then I could have an informed discussion with the smartest man in the world.

So I learned what I could and went back to discuss it with him. He was quite surprised to learn that he was wrong. A little piece of the world broke off and crumbled under my feet that day. To realize that the man I thought had all the answers had actually been wrong about something.

Yet, it was a good thing, too. I've learned to verify things that seem unbelievable, before passing on misinformation. That little piece of misinformation he had given me was that, despite their physical appearance, foxes aren't canine, but feline. Wrong.

Although they do have a lot in common with cats, they are not feline.

Like the cat, the fox is most active after the sun goes down. In fact, it has vertically oriented pupils that allow it to see in dim light. It even hunts in a similar manner to a cat, by stalking and pouncing on its prey.

And that’s just the beginning of the similarities. Like the cat, the fox has sensitive whiskers and spines on its tongue. It walks on its toes, which accounts for its elegant, cat-like tread. And—get this—many foxes have retractable claws that allow them to climb rooftops or trees. Some foxes even sleep in trees—just like cats.

http://mentalfloss.com/article/59739/14-fascinating-facts-about-foxes

I became a facts checker around the time my dad told me that foxes were cats. I still am, which is why I take exception when some of the members here tell me that something I've said is wrong, in spite of me giving several links to different sources of information, they tell me that what they say is right, but refuse to provide links, just telling me I shouldn't believe everything I read on the internet. And they are right. I certainly don't believe them.

I no longer trust newspaper reports about anything, since one time, in 1987, there was a young man murdered in the building where I was living. He was a close friend to two of my girls, and I knew him as their friend. A reporter came to interview me as part of a human interest story he was doing as a background story on the victim and on the killers. I knew them all, but I wasn't close with any of them. And that is what I told the reporter.

The story he printed was a total fabrication. I called the newspaper and asked for a retraction and a correction. Didn't get either. I ended up having to call his mother and apologize for what seemed to be me, using her son's tragic and needless death to get my fifteen minutes of fame. I also had to call the killers' mom and apologize to her, because that reporter also made up a story about what I had said about her kids and about my opinion of her as a mother.

Since then, I have been witness to two more crimes. I spoke to the detectives who interviewed me. Each time, I insisted on seeing the transcript, and signing it myself and getting them both to initial it. They didn't seem opposed to the idea.

I have never, and will never again, speak to a reporter.

I've been bitten, once. I won't allow it to happen again.


June 10/17
2:58 pm
EDT

Serenitree
GOOD DAY
ejk
DanielChristensen · 46-50, M
Interesting post. I had an acquaintance named Stanley Deweese. Many years ago, he was buying crack from some guy, the guy takes his money then pulls out a butcher knife and tries to take the drugs back. Stan wrestled the knife away from him and stabbed him in the throat. Stan was convicted of attempted murder. The newspaper article read, "Stanley Deweese went into the kitchen and retrieved a butcher knife." You see how that phrasing puts an entirely dfferent spin on what occurred.
Serenitree · F
@DanielChristensen: I do, indeed. This makes it seem that he planned to go after someone who was already not touching him anymore. Another of the crimes I sort of witnessed, didn't see the crime being committed, but saw who went into the apartment, and saw the condition of the young man who lived there when the person who had entered left the apartment.

The real story was that the guy who went in, slashed the younger man several times. Slashed.....shallow slashes. The point was to scare him, not kill him. The newspaper reports said he was stabbed a certain number of times, (I don't know how many times, because it was all lies, anyhow) It was still bad. He needed quite a few of the cuts stitched, but there wasn't a single stab wound.

Trust no reporter. They write to sell stories. Any truth is purely accidental.

June 10/17
8:30 pm
EDT

 
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