Moments at Brain State 5 - YOUR Story???. . .

Those moments at 5 make for the best and the worst story. Here is one of my best: I had just moved into this home, some 22 years ago, and I was writing the Shapedown books for child obesity. These stores are still around in the same program, but I was mesmerized by the stories, the crazy way you get when writing. I was writing of Bonnie Bear, Ralph Lamb and Monarch Meadow, a story for small children about getting fit and using the Magic Words, I feel . . .I need . . .Would you please . . . I have a problem about.

My two children (my youngest had not been born) were sleeping peacefully upstairs and I was downstairs in small room, my cave for writing. It was about midnight, and I heard a noise. So I went to the stairway that led up to where my children, then about 6 an 8 were sleeping, and I noticed that the bathroom door next to it was closed.

IT WAS NEVER CLOSED. The bathroom door was ALWAYS open. Instantly, I went to 5 and in that intense wise craziness of 5, in a flash I just KNEW that there was an INTRUDER in the bathroom. And if I sped up the stairs, he or she could come out of that bathroom, run up the stairs. We would be trapped and they would  do in my children (not to mention,  me!) .

So I did what any woman at 5 would do, I reached around the corner and found the tool box. I reached in and go the big fat hammer and the huge nails, and one by one, I pounded the nails into the door jam so that the terrible intruder in there could not get out and do in my children.

Then after 20 nails were securely driven into the door jam, I raced to the phone and called the police. Now I live in small town and the police are 90 seconds away, and I do pay my taxes and I do feel entitled to call them. However, when they arrived and I told them what happened with the intruder and they asked me what I did, and I showed them the nails, they looked at me as if I had lost my last brain cell.

What's more, they didn't even help me. They watched as I took out the nails, one by one, from the door jam. He was was a  part of me shrinking with shame, feeling terribly foolish and mad at them for doubting my story. Finally, all the nails were out, and we opened the door. Actually, they, the big police officers went bravely into my 6 foot by 6 foot bathroom.

Ahh!!!! The bathroom window was WIDE OPEN. In the past, it had  NEVER been open. So that meant for sure that there had (POSSIBLY) been an intruder. They were great. They raced out of the house, and  ran around to where the intruder would have jumped out -- at 10 foot drop, destined to leave foot prints, but alas with all the ivy overgrowth, they could really tell.

The officers left. And I sighed. I was back to 1.  What if I hadn't had the presence to pound in those 20 nails? Who KNOWS what could have happened?

Perhaps I would have heated up the kettle, boiled some water and poured myself a cup of tea.

How sad. I never would have been able to tell you this story! Do YOU have a 5 STORY???