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Everyone has a storyPosted Thursday, April 21, 2011, at 4:37 PM
Being a journalist for over 30 years, I know that everyone has a story to tell.
Sometimes, those stories remain untold, locked up in a sort of box, and sometime those stories are shared like bedtime stories.
For many, me included, some stories remain untold at the time they occurred for protection - what would our parents think of some of those actions, especially those that could have embarrassed them or worse yet, caused harm to us. And as parents ourselves, those stores have been preserved from our own children because heaven forbid, if they heard we did something unacceptable, that would leave the door wide open for them. For sure, they could come back saying, "You did it, why can't I?" Never give them that opportunity.
My beautician magician Mel and I were talking about this recently and let out some of those stories.
You just never know by looking at people some of the things that someone you know so well have been hidding for so many years.
We grew up in the '70s; trust was everywhere and as teenagers, we were not scared of anything.
I told her about when I was a college junior I traveled to Washington, D.C. and spent six weeks there with a group of other students I had never met and earned college credit for sitting around in our downtown hotel, taking part in events arranged by our instructor and touring the city.
Many of those tours were by ourselves - it wasn't strange for any of us to get on the subway alone to go to the other side of the city. (OMG, I would never allow my kids to do that!)
One evening three of us were walking near the campus of George Washington University when we were approached by a young man who asked if we would fill out a personality survey, a project he was working on for class. Why, not? We didn't have anything else to do.
We went with him to a sandwich shop and when we had not completed the survey he asked us to go with him to another location to complete it. The three of us (two blondes and a brunette) truly showed what blondes are about - brainless - and got in a car with him.
To make a long story short, we were all "analyzed" and were told we all had personality problems, that they could help us with - but it was going to cost us. We had no money but they said they trusted us but asked we sign papers saying we'd return with the money.
We were given a ride back to the sandwich shop and got on the subway to take us back to the hotel.
We told many members of the group what had just happened and as they looked at the papers we'd signed, we had signed our lives away to the Church of Scientology and all our belongings. All we knew after the conversation with our friends who did have brains was this was a cult.
(Now we know that this is the same form of religion that such famous people as Tom Cruse and John Travolota are members of).
A dozen of our group headed back to the "Church" the following day, demanding they tear up the contracts and not to contact us again. They were hard to bargain with but finally agreed.
For years after that, I received mail at my address at my home town from the Church of Scientology. In this instance, I did tell my dad about it and whether he understood what I had really done or not, I'm not sure, but I do know he continued to through those mailings into the garbage at the post office.
So, I let out a crazy story, now it's your turn. Seriously, I'd like to hear about them. Email them to me at email@example.com.
Lorri Glawe is a reporter for the Pilot Tribune in Storm Lake.