MY MOST EMBARRASSING MOMENT

In our lives we have times we say, “That was my most embarrassing moment.”  Most of the time things smooth over and the moment is forgotten and life goes on.  I really think I have had more than my fair share of these times. Most have happened because of my gullibility, or because I thoughtlessly have put myself in the position to be embarrassed. 

There is one which has been with me for 47½ years.  It happened when I was just 18 and a very new bride. The blog about our marriage is here:

http://glosgarden.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-rest-of-our-lives.html

I have mentioned when I married my man he was into caving.  He didn’t just crawl around in them.  He was a cartographer.  He delighted in measuring and recording important facts about the caves.  We had been married 5 months and he had not gone on any of the spelunking trips.  When I asked him why he said he didn’t want to leave me home.  He wanted to be doing stuff with me.  I told him I had never been caving but there is always a first time.  I told him the next trip I would suit up and go along.  We camped and hiked, I figured it couldn’t be much different, just a hike underground.

The first of January the group decided they would head to a cave in Illinois.  That day there were 13 guys and me.  None of the “girls” were going, all had previous engagements. It was 6 below, actual temperature.  When I mentioned this to hunny he replied, “It’s warm inside the cave.” Looking back I am not so sure the girls didn’t plan not to go because of “the conditions”.

Hunny told me to pack a full set of extra clothes including shoes and a towel for when we came out of the cave.  He said we will get extremely muddy.  That was fine with me I am not afraid of mud. 

We set out very early in the morning; it was a 2 hour drive to the location.  We had to walk about ½ mile to the entrance of the cave in the middle of a corn field.  I was wondering how there would be a cave in a flat corn field.  I knew from nothing about caves but presumed they were in the sides of hills.  I forgot about sink holes which I imagine it sort of was.

We arrived at the “cave” and it was explained to me to get into the cave we needed to climb down this “chimney”.  It was a natural tube straight down into the earth.  It was about 30 feet straight down (you put your hands and feet on one wall and your back on the other side and shimmy down the tube). When you get to the bottom you have to slide your feet back down the tube which is now right angles to the vertical tube.  When you back into the tube you have to start going forward into another tube. 

At this point I asked the question, “To get out do we have to shimmy back up?”  I was told there was another way out. I wondered why we couldn’t go in the out hole.

We are now crawling on our hands and knees and I am asking, “Are we there yet?”  These rocks are dimpled like they have been hit with a ball peen hammer.  From eons of water dripping from the surface above it has thousands of little pits with nice sharp edges which are digging through my jeans into my flesh.  I am already beginning to regret my decision to encourage hunny in an activity he loves. 

The Tube was only about 60 feet, but it was the longest 60 feet I ever crawled.  We came out of the tube into a big room.  I thought now this is more like it.  Bats and other creatures were moving around because of the lights from our helmets.  At that time carbide lanterns were attached to hard hats.  Everyone is starting to shed their jackets and stuff and packing lights in waterproof containers and getting out waterproof flashlights.  Hunny tells me we have to go under water to get to the next room.  He explains the water level has risen and the entrance is 6 feet under the water. I am told the entrance is only a 3 wide foot hole leading to the main cave.  He also says we’ll be fine when we come out on the other side albeit very wet.   Did I mention caves are 57 degrees?  When you are wet, that is cold.

I am not afraid of water but the idea of going into deep water and crawling through a tube  and coming out soaking wet, drenched the romantic idea of doing something for hunny and with hunny.  I told hunny I couldn’t do it that I would wait here for them to come back.  He said, was I sure?  I asked them how long it would be and they said a couple of hours.  I told him I would be fine I would traipse around the room looking at stuff and maybe even lie down on the bags and take a nap.  They refilled my carbide light and said I was good to go.  They headed off into the black pool, one by one.  I knew right then, watching them, I had made the correct decision to stay behind.  My imagination was working overtime.

One hour turned into two hours and I expected them to show up.  I watched the watery hole getting more anxious as the minutes slowly passed; each minute growing exponentially longer.  Three hours had passed and I thought I saw my head lamp flicker.  I looked around for another lamp.  I figured I could light it.  I couldn’t find anything and there were no flashlights left behind in any bags.  I found if I sat still the light burned stronger, but it was getting weaker and weaker.  I am getting more worried.  You’ll never know total darkness till you’ve been in the bowels of the earth. 

My light goes out.  At first I wasn’t bothered; I thought they should be back any moment.  The animals had become very quiet, so I wasn’t worried about them. I was having trouble keeping track of the time.  In fact I was really having trouble sitting up.  When you are in total darkness you really begin to doubt your senses.  I have never been afraid of the dark but this was a different dark. 

I had no idea how much time had gone by it was beginning to feel like forever.  I was really worried for the guys that something had happened to them.  All of a sudden I heard the splashing of water and someone said, “Why the Hell is it so dark in here?”  At this point I am already almost in tears from fear and now I am in tears from relief.  I hollered, “What time is it, my light went out a long time ago and I have been sitting in the dark. 

I was told they had complications and had gotten stuck and then they had to find another way and on and on.  The gist was they had been in the other part of the cave for 5 hours.  I had been in the dark for 2 hours.  They were laughing and joking about their adventure and I was wishing we were out of this “hole”.  We started walking out the back way, which to me, looked like it would have been able to be used as an in way.  But who am I and what do I know!  We get outside and it is about 0 degrees.  The wind is blowing and my clothes are freezing to my skin.  We head over to the bags we left in the field with dry clothes in them.  Hunny starts getting undressed and I asked him, where should I get dressed?  He says, “Right here, unless you want to freeze.” 

My jaw drops and I said, “I can’t get naked in front of all these guys.”  He said then get dressed quicker, while they aren’t looking.”  I said, “You are going to pay.”  I am blushing so much that my body doesn’t even feel the cold wind whipping around my ankles.  My fingers though, are so cold I can hardly grip the elastic on my underwear to pull them up.  And forget about clasping the bra.  In ‘64 you didn’t go braless, fumbling with the hooks I thought the skin on my fingers would split.  I couldn’t look anyone in the eye when we were finished dressing.  I just knew they had been staring at me getting a free peep show.   I was so embarrassed.  You see, I had only ever undressed in front of my hunny.  The thought of an entire audience was mortifying.

THE AFTERNOON GETS LONGER

We had to walk the half mile back to the car.  I am very cold and very upset from what I perceived to being the most embarrassing moment in my life.  We had gotten up early so I am tired from that.  And hungry, did I mention the only “treat” they had was peanut butter sandwiches.  I abhor peanut butter sandwiches.  Hunny had neglected to tell me we should bring a snack.  I would have killed for a candy bar.  I really wanted some hot soup or even a cup of coffee.  He said we don’t carry much into the cave because we have to carry it out.

I told him we needed to look for a diner when we get on the road.  We were back in the sticks.  On the way there I don’t remember seeing even a gas station the last hour of travel.  We did find a little place and I was so tired and cold and grumpy all I wanted to do was get back in the old Plymouth and head home.  The guys stuffed their faces and we all split up and headed home.   Hunny’s college roommate was riding with us and they decided because it was late he would come home with us.  It’s about 9:30 in the evening when we get home.

Home is a mobile home which is 8’x 48 feet.

That size mobile home comes only with a 20 gallon hot water tank.  You can take a fast shower with 20 gallons but I wanted a hot soaking bath. Every bone in my body ached and I was so cold I couldn’t get warm.  I told hunny they could do anything they wanted but I had dibs on the bathroom.  If they needed to pee they knew where the front door was.  I fill the tub with all 20 gallons and dilute with a little cold water.  Do you know 20 gallons doesn’t put but 4 inches in a full size tub.   I didn’t care I climbed in, figuring the heater was reheating and I could add more.  The phone rings at this point.

Hunny answers the phone and it is an old buddy of his at the train station.  He needs a ride, Hunny to the rescue.  He hollers we’ll be back in an hour and a half.  I responded I don’t want to be alone I hurt so badly.  He said our friend would stay.  I said okay, but thought, what could our friend do for me?

When the water got hot again I added more to the tub. I realize I was getting wrinkly from being in the water so long and the water was getting cold, I better get out.  When I tried to move my arms up on the side of the tub to sit up and scrub up I realized none of my muscles would work.  I couldn’t pull my self up.  I couldn’t even sit up to let the water out of the tub.  What would I do?  I couldn’t call the friend to help me up.  I am getting chilled again and panicking about what to do.  I decided to call out to the friend and ask him what I should do.  He listened through the door and said he would have to come in and help me.  He told me to grab the towel and cover up.  Guess where the towel was.  Clear across, on the wall, from the tub.  I told him to back in and throw me the towel, mission accomplished. 

Our friend turned around and let the water out of the tub and started to help me out of the tub.  He had to kneel down and reach under my back and legs and lift me out of the tub (I couldn’t move anything; it was like I was paralyzed, all my muscles were limp).  At that moment, when he is lifting me; it was embarrassing enough that his bare hands were on my back and legs but that is when the towel (which was heavy with water) chose to slide off.  I am dying of embarrassment and crying.  Our friend, I think was even more embarrassed than I, but I couldn’t see it from my side of the predicament. He laid me on the bed and covered me up told me he’d be in the living room if I needed him.

Hunny came home about half hour later and apologized to the friend and to me for being gone.  I’m crying and telling him he can go caving anytime he wants but I won’t ever be going along. 

With in a few weeks I realized he felt so strong about me not being able to share this part of his life. He had given up caving; the trip to Illinois was his last visit to the underground.

This blog began with the idea it would be a blog about our most embarrassing moments and really is a blog about the things we do for love.

This blog contains articles on quilting, sewing, cooking, some prose/poetry and some gardening.

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This blog is about our gardening experiences, but contains some prose, and cooking.  This year there are several entries about the wildflowers on our farm.

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FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF OUR LIVES

Our breakfast this morning.

 

I wish I could say the sour cream was homemade (Just a few years ago it would have been, we had goats, cows and sheep).  The eggs were fresh from the chickens yesterday.  We missed having animals; three years ago I bought home 6 chickens and heard no complaints from my other half.  He quickly helped plan what to do with them till a place could be made. (They were housed in a dog crate in his work shop for two weeks.) 

The Strawberries were from last year's garden.  (It was very wet last year and we lost all the plants.) 

Today is the first day of the rest of our lives.  It is a very trite saying, but oh so true.  We were married the day after I turned 18, which was 48 years ago.  It was only two days after I graduated high school.  There are days I would have changed and things I've done I would not have done if I had had more knowledge.  But if I had had more knowledge would I have married the most perfect man in the world for me.  One who would tolerate my mood swings and encourage my free thinking attitudes, someone who caters to my whims.  There are so many wonderful sides to my man.  I am proud to be his wife; I can not imagine sharing my life forever with anyone else.

Close friends know the story of our beginning.  We were technically a blind date (at least he was the one that was blind).  Now days he would have been hung up for dating me. He was a teacher, and I wasn't but 17.

HIS STORY

This is a long story with many beginnings.  I will start with his story.  He was 22, it was 1962.  He had been dating a girl whom he was crazy about for 3 years.  They were involved in spelunking and she played the guitar.  He was so crazy about her he bought her a Martin twelve string guitar.  He met her in college.  Before school ended it was definite that she did not want a forever relationship. 

He graduated high school in June 1957 and Missouri University, January 1961.  He joined the army reserves upon graduating.  When he returned he had trouble finding a job as a biology teacher because he was only a year or two older than the high school students he would be teaching.  (He had graduated high school a year younger than his Friends and then he crammed 4 years of college into 3 1/2; he was younger than the rest of the graduating class.)

You see, he was a bit of a geek.  He even had the horn rimmed tape in the center glasses and the key ring filled with keys (actually he had two rings on his belt).  He was as high as you could go in the scouting world and was now an assistant scout master with his Dad, who was Scoutmaster.  In the basement of his parent’s house he had 400 Siamese fighting fish, each in their own little baby food jars.  He was breeding them.

Each day he had to care for each of them. 

He found a job teaching at the Museum of Natural science and History.  He wasn't dating anyone in particular; he was, as we called it then, “playing the field".  He had his core group of friends, who he went to college with and they were all spelunkers and were into folk singing, (I didn't mention he played a great guitar and sang).  This is where my story begins.

MY STORY

I turned 17 in June of 1962.  I didn't know it then but I enjoyed writing.  I was very into the dramatic arts.  I had been a piano student since I was eleven.  I took violin in the school sponsored program since I was 10. I even took a year of the flute (it was nice but not something I wanted to dive into.)  During this time from when I was about seven till I was 13, I took tap and ballet.  This was almost a pre-requisite to growing up in the 50's.  I was the oldest of 6 children spread over 17 years. 

September of 62 I began my senior year of school.  I had enrolled for English 4 and a class called public speaking.  It was a new class that year and the teacher for it was also the teacher for the English class.  She was new to the school too.  Little did I realize how influential she would be to the rest of my life?

She was a very innovative teacher and a closet journalist.  We never knew what to expect in either of the classes she was teaching.  The second week of school she announced on Monday she would have someone to come speak.  (I had her twice so I would be hearing the speech twice.)

Monday arrived, the speaker turned out to be a folk singer.  His topic was, Folk Music as a means of communication.  The next hour he sang and told the history of the folk songs.  I was enamored with all of it.  I had decided I would probably go to college to be a music teacher, so this "played to my ears".

I was enthralled I was going to be able to hear him again.  At the end of the day I had the biggest crush on him you can't even imagine.  On the way home on the school bus (in 62 hardly anyone had their own cars) I told my girl friend when we were discussing his performances (she was in the classes too), "That's the guy I'm going to marry."  She replied, "How are you going to meet him, you are so boy crazy."  I answered, "No I'm not and I don't know how I will meet him. But I do know I am going to marry him."  She humphed and laughed at me, end of discussion. 

That night I sat down to write a note of appreciation.  He had taken his day off work to come to our school to speak.  I figured I could at least let him know how I enjoyed the presentation.  It was a three page note; I told him how I was planning on being a Music teacher and how pertinent his talk was.  I didn't know his address so I just mailed it addressed to him in care of the place he worked.

The next morning in English class we found out in three weeks Mr."---" would be speaking again.  The other English classes had heard and wanted him to be a guest in their classes.  He was launched into stardom and was asked to speak at an assembly in front of all the students at our school.

I was so excited to be able to see him again.  I had no idea I wouldn't have to wait for three weeks to go by.

MORE OF HIS STORY

This is where we return to his story.  I mailed my letter to him at school on Tuesday morning.  Being it was local mail, it traveled to its destination tout suite.  He received it Thursday while at work.  He also received 4 other "notes".  It looks like I wasn't the only girl with a crush.  He read the notes and the next day took the notes to his boss to show him what he was doing on his day off.  His boss is a very overly friendly guy and he read the notes and when he read mine he wrote on the back of the envelope "Ask her if she has a sister".

When they were returned to him, he thought to himself, "They took the time to write these I am going to give them to their teacher so they can get extra credit."  When she read them she commented, I can't give extra credit, but as she read my note she said, "This girl you've got to meet". 

MORE OF MY STORY

On Monday the next week my teacher approached me.  She asked me if I was dating anyone.  I told her no.  she asked if I would like to come to her house for dinner on Sunday afternoon.  She said she was having

Mr. ----- over too.  I told her I would have to ask my MOM.  She said if it was okay He would pick me up about 2 in the afternoon. 

That evening I asked my Mom and Dad. They said they would discuss it.  I told them I needed to know by in the morning.  Boy did they discuss it (they didn't know their voices were carrying, and they thought I was asleep).  Mom was worried because he was an older man (he was 22 at the time).  Dad was in my corner (which surprised me).  He rationalized with her that I would be going away to college the next year and would be around lots of "older men".  He thought it would be a good idea I be exposed to the situation while I was still under their thumb. 

The next morning I was thrilled with the decision.  I told no one about it but I couldn't stand keeping the news to myself.  I told my teacher the next morning I would be able to go to her house.  She said she would have him call me to get directions to my house.

That evening He called.  It was a very stilted conversation.  You could tell he had no idea who I was except I was the girl behind the letter.  He told me he'd be over to pick me up at 2 on Sunday.  I still didn't tell any of my friends.  I knew they would think I was bragging.  So I kept the information to myself.  People kept saying to me, "Gee you are in a good mood this week."  I never giggled till that week. I found myself giggling all week, I couldn't wait till Sunday.  It was the longest week.

OUR STORY

 With a knock on the door our story begins.  He was very prompt, showing up exactly at two.  I swear I thought he must have parked up the street and waited till the exact time to show up.  When he rang the door bell I wanted so to open the door, but my parents didn't think it proper to do that or to call a boy.  So mother answered the door. 

He very quizzically said, "Hi, I'm ----, I'm here to pick up ----."  (He confided to me weeks later he had no idea who he was picking up and as good looking as my mom was he would have taken her out if she had said she was me.)  My mom was cautiously cordial and said come in.  The intros were made and he said, "We are going to have supper with my friends is there any special time I should bring her home?"  (I gave kudos to him for saying the right thing at the right time.)  Mom says, "Seven o'clock, it is a school night."  You should have seen the "look" she gave him. It was a very critical one.   We headed to the door, giving each other a glance and not knowing if we should make small talk.  It was first date jitters to the max. He opened the door for me to climb into his charcoal gray 51 Plymouth.  I don't remember what we talked about but it was a constant stream of banter.

It wasn't too far to my teacher’s apartment.  I remember thinking it was the first apartment I had ever been too.  I thought the lay out was so neat and compact.  My teacher was married to a shop teacher who was employed at the same school district.  The guys went out to the garage to do guy things, and my teacher says, "I still have to grade the tests from Friday, would you like to give me a hand?"  I said, "Are you sure it's okay for me to do that?"  She said, “Sure”. What else was I going to do, stand there like a bump on the log?  We spent the afternoon grading papers and the guys stayed in the garage.  All of a sudden she realizes she hasn't started dinner.  She was serving spaghetti and salad.  I told her I had to be home at 7 and she said, “I hope we are done in time.” 

We weren't.  At 6:30 I excused myself to call home and asked mom if I could stay longer because we had been late starting dinner.  She said I had to be home by 9, no excuses.  I was returned home at the proper time.  The porch light was on; He got out of the car and came around to open the door for me, made small talk about how nice the day was.  (I'm thinking, yeah right, you played with her husband and I played with her.  I am also thinking boy did I blow my chance.  He just thinks of me as a little kid. )  We get to the door and I say thanks and goodbye.  He leans over and kissed me, don't get excited guys.  It was on the forehead.  I smiled and had the door open out of my hand.  Mom was right there.  In my heart I knew I had blown any chance of developing a relationship with him.

I go inside and he goes back to the car.  I didn't get to wave goodbye because mom shut the door and it was ill mannered to look out the window.

The next morning I went to class.  I wondered if he was thinking about Sunday.  I certainly was and couldn't wait for the day to end because I was hoping he would call and at least say thank you for the evening.   That evening came and went, and so did Tuesday evening, and Wednesday evening.  By Thursday morning I was very down and knew I had lost in the game of love.

That evening the phone rang about 7:30.  My mom answered the phone, she always answered the phone.  She covered the mouth piece and called me and said, "It’s that man calling for you."  I said, "What man?"  She said, "The teacher that took you to the teacher's house."  I came to the phone and said in a blank voice, "Hi".  He replied, "This is------."  I fired back at him in a crisp cold voice, "What do you want."  I have no idea what he thought but he very calmly replied, "Would you like to go to dinner at --- house again on Sunday."  I did the old, I have to ask mom.  She said, "You missed youth group last week you'll miss it again."  I countered with, "Please Mom", in a whiny voice.  She gave in and said yes, but I would have to be home early because of school. 

We went to dinner; it was the same routine as the weekend before, the guys with the guys and the gals with the gals.  One difference dinner was dinner was served at five.  We were having a nice dinner when the sky opened up and it was starting to rain.  He said, "We need to leave, the windshield wipers sometimes work and sometimes don't."  So we left right away and when we got out to the parking lot all of a sudden there was a deluge.  We sat in the car because the wipers weren't working. We figured it would blow over.  There was no hurry, curfew was 9 and it was only 6.   We started talking about what we wanted to do in life.  It was the first time we truly had had time alone.  The rain on the car and the nice soft Plush seats in the Plymouth were conducive to conversation.  All of a sudden he asked me, "Are you planning on getting married and do you want kids?"  I said, “Yes that is something I want to do eventually."  He said, "Do you want a career?"  I said, "Of course". Then he said, "Which is more important to you, career or marriage?"  Remember this is the 60's.  I said, "Can't a woman do both?"  Something to remember, he had only kissed me on the forehead once.  He had never said I love you and neither had I.  My friends did not know we were on a date, much less for a second time.  Tomorrow he was going to go back to my school and sing at an assembly.

He answers my question, "If you are sure you want marriage and a family, will you marry me?  Not right now but when you are ready?"  Without hesitation I answered a "Yes."  It was sealed with a kiss and two more hours of kissing in the rain battered car. We were married 9 months later, two days after I graduated High school and the day after I turned 18.  June 8, 1963.  Forty eight years ago.

Would I change anything, not if it would change the outcome of the last forty-eight years.

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This one contains articles on quilting, sewing, cooking, some prose/poetry and some gardening.

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This blog is about our gardening experiences, but contains some prose, and cooking.  This year there are several entries about the wildflowers on our farm.

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WHAT HAPPENED TODAY IN HISTORY

MY BREAKFAST TABLE SET BY ME FOR ME.

Today is my birthday,  I am 66 years old. In 1945 I was a Thursday's child.  I was awakened today by a 4.2 Quake located just 30 miles from my home.   When I went to the barn to do the chores I got another startling present.  A nice size salt and pepper king snake jumped out of the weeds (he was as startled as I).

In Googling to see what happened on my birthday I found this:

http://www.gwu.edu/~erpapers/myday/displaydoc.cfm?_y=1945&_f=md000044

Evidently Eleanor Roosevelt wrote a column for a newspaper on June 7, 1945. 

When I read it I was shocked to see so little had changed in 66 years. 

The following are some more happenings on this day in history. 

Famous Birthdays- Wolfgang Schüssel, Chancellor of Austria

Famous Deaths- Nishida Kitaro, scholar/philosopher/Zen practitioner, dies at 74
- Ruben Marcos Campos, composer, dies at 69

June 7, 1946 "Eensie Weensie Spider" by Yola De Meglio was copyright registered.
1953 The first network color telecast in compatible color was broadcast from a station in Boston.

On this day in history, June 7, 1965, the U.S. Supreme Court, in Griswold vs. Connecticut, upholds the right of married couples to use contraception.  Griswold v. Connecticut, 381 U.S. 479 (1965), was a landmark case in which the Supreme Court of the United States ruled that the Constitution protected a right to privacy. The case involved a Connecticut law that prohibited the use of contraceptives. By a vote of 7–2, the Supreme Court invalidated the law on the grounds that it violated the “right to marital privacy”.

7th June 1982 : Graceland is opened to the public for the first time, almost five years after the death of Elvis Presley.

1992 Brazil UN Conference on Environment and Pollution 7th June 1992 : The United States is causing a storm at the UN Conference on Environment and Pollution as standing alone amongst the westernised world by refusing to sign the document to reduce carbon dioxide emissions . The current Bush administration believed global warming is not a problem that can be proved.

7th June 1954 : Ford Motor Company formed a styling team to take on the project of designing an entirely new car that would later be named the Edsel .

7th June 1977 : The Queen of England "Queen Elizabeth II" celebrates 25 years as the monarch and more than one million people line the streets of London to watch the Royal Family on their way to St Paul's at the start of the Queen's Silver Jubilee celebrations

7th June 1929 : Vatican City becomes a sovereign independent State. Vatican City is approx 110 acres with a population of around 800 and is ruled by the Bishop of Rome — the Pope. Vatican City also includes most of the area of St. Peter's Square. The Euro is the official currency of Vatican City with coins issued by the Philatelic and Numismatic Office of the Vatican City State featuring the effigy on the current pope on all coins.

1942 Midway Island Battle of Midway 7th June 1942 : After a three day sea battle the United States destroy large numbers of Japanese Navy ships with the damage to only one US ship The USS Yorktown. The Commander-in Chief of the US Pacific Fleet, Admiral Chester Nimitz, said two enemy aircraft carriers ten Japanese warships were also sunk or damaged.

7th June 1955 : "The $64,000 Question" the popular US television game show that reached the number one rating spot

7th June 1998 : James Byrd Jr, a 49-year-old African-American man accepts a ride from three drunk men Shawn Allen Berry, Lawrence Russel Brewer, and John William King. Instead of taking him home, the three men beat up him behind a convenience store, tie him to their pickup truck with a chain and drag and kill him by dragging him for three miles.

1998 Pakistan Bomb Attack 7th June 1998 : A terrorist bomb planted on a packed commuter train in Khairpur, Pakistan has left at least 23 dead and dozens more injured.

2007 U.S.A. Stem Cell Research 7th June 2007 : The US House of Representatives votes to ease restrictions on federal funds for stem-cell research. President George W Bush has vowed use his Veto for a second time because he believes stem cell legislation crosses a moral line. Scientists believe stem cell research will one day allow them to repair tissue affected by disease or injury and that the research could provide breakthroughs in the treatment of debilitating diseases like Alzheimer's and Parkinson's.