This is my story,
As I sit here to write about it, chills swirl through my body,
My soul is touched, Guilt, yes I feel it even today.
I was living in South Lake Tahoe, Jan. 1984. I was living in a weekly rental place and a man moved into the unit next to mine.
We were of similar age, I was working a job and had a few acquaintances from work. So I was not around much during the day, but in the evening, I saw him coming and going and we chatted.
One night, about 11pm he knocked on my door and asked me to take him to a whore house in Carson, Nevada.
I told him it was late. Tomorrow I got paid and would be more than happy to drive him to a whore house after work.
I did not tell him that Saturday was my birthday and I wanted my check……no show for work, no check.
He went back to his place and I went to sleep.
The next day after work I knocked on his door.
I waited an hour or so, then when out on my own.
When I came home, it was late so I did not think anything of his place still dark.
The next morning at about 7:30AM, I got a knock on my door.
Expecting him, I just went and open it in my underwear.
I saw a man and woman instead.
They asked if I was “Peter”?
They explained that they were Howard’s parents, my neighbor.
Howard committed suicide yesterday. Friday, Jan 14.
Today was Jan 15, my birthday………Martin Luther King Jr, Gandhi, Mandella…… I looked up to this people, their actions, they cared about humans….
Howard had gotten married on Jan. 1st and when driving up to So. Tahoe for their honeymoon, the bride was killed in a car accident.
In 2 weeks, they had lost something never replaceable TWICE!
To this day I hurt and shed tears….
1984 was a long time ago……….
They offered me anything I wanted from his room………imagine the gifts piles high…….skis never used……….
I told an old school dictionary……as a writer, I knew I would use it a long time…………… I last saw it in 2007.
I do not turn down help if I can give it………..
This one of the only times I did.