I Was One of the Lucky Ones, Epilogue

After I came in, sat down and caught my breath, I explained what had happened. He was kind enough to walk me the rest of the way home - one more block. When I got inside, I simply apologised for being late and said that time just slipped away from me as I browsed the magazines, and let it go at that. It would have freaked my parents out!


Years later I was reading Ann Rule's book The Stranger Beside Me, her story of Ted Bundy - the serial killer.




She wrote of the year/s she worked/volunteered next to him at a crisis call center, where they fielded calls, often from women who had been assaulted. I was thinking that he was getting more out of this job than just the good feeling that he was helping. He was answering calls from women who had been assaulted. I imagine him prodding for details... suggesting that catharsis would help them to get beyond the experience of having been raped. Hell, he was probably telling the suicidal callers to 'swallow the whole jar of sleeping pills at once and not to just take ten', or 'If you mean to jump - Jump! Don't hold back'. You know - reverse psychology. It was back in the day when the calls probably were not monitored for quality assurance.

When I read the passage that he worked at the Q.A. Safeway in 1969-70, the hairs on the back of my neck stood. straight. up. Then, later in the book she mentions that all of his victims fit a similar profile; they wore their hair long and parted straight just off center - just like mine. I KNOW!, right???

Google Ted Bundy and watch some of the stuff that comes up. I watched his final interview before he was executed, and it was strange. He was so soft spoken, but he was giving a well rehearsed answer: a NON-answer!


By my own wits and a helpful guardian angel, I was indeed, one of the lucky ones.

Good Night, TTYL, and Be Well,