I hope your 2025 yearend holidays and your 2026 New Year’s Celebration were fulfilling!

Also, here’s hoping you will start your day with some joyful and smooth Holiday music. Just click the scene below, sit back and enjoy! After being filled with ecstasy, click it off and return to reading the Part 2.

Last week, on Friday, December 26, 2025, I printed Part 1 of this saga and sent it along your way by mode of WordPress. To refresh your memory, scale down to the bottom of this blog page to the word “Related” and click the title for Part 1.

TITLE:  Buried Sordid Memories Exhumed (Continued from Part 1)

The first few lessons were conducted on our street.  Mr. Wilson would allow me to drive about five blocks up to the elementary school's parking lot, turn around and drive back, passing my house for another ten blocks in the opposite direction.  All the while, Mr. Wilson would instruct me on the proper driving habits I was to employ:  lower your left arm straight out the window when making a left turn; raise your arm at the elbow when making a right turn; and hang your arm straight down when slowing down or stopping.  Mr. Wilson would always show me how to maneuver my feet on the break, clutch and gas peddle as I operated the stick-shift throttle.  His way of 'showing me' was to place his hands on my knee and apply pressure.

When I would make a mistake such as to cause the car to vibrate because the clutch was not applied properly or to stall out due to the fact that I gunned it, Mr. Wilson never raised his voice to reprimand me.  He just placed his hands on my knee and applied pressure.

In time I learned how to synchronize all the pedals and was actually driving pretty good.  One Sunday afternoon, Mr. Wilson suggested that I continue driving past the elementary school and proceed up the hill towards the baseball park.  This route proved to be somewhat of a challenge for me because of the twists and turns in the steep road.  Fear overtook me and my grip on the steering wheel displayed white knuckles and my upper teeth bit down over my lip with extreme force. My body was rigid and my breathing laborious as I leaned towards the windshield struggling to take each curve as smoothly as I could.

As the road leveled off I sighed with relief and began to relax as I attempted to transfer my right foot from the clutch pedal to the gas pedal.  But I couldn't!  Something was holding my leg in place.  For a half second, I took my eyes off the road and looked down at my knee.  To my surprise, my dress was up around my waist and Mr Wilson's hand was on the inside of my right thigh.  I screamed bloody murder!!

I raised both my hands off the steering wheel and desperately tried to jump out of my side of a moving car.  Mr. Wilson was yelling some words of apology and struggling to get control of the steering wheel with one hand and pulling me back into the moving car with the other.

Somehow, between the two of us, we were able to bring the vehicle under control and I veered off the road and onto the entrance curb of the baseball field.  (Of all the Sunday afternoons, the playing field was empty of any activity.)  I looked over at Mr Wilson and he was crying real tears.  He started talking real fast saying something about being sorry and that all he was trying to do was to help me apply the right amount of pressure to the pedals so as not to burn up his new car.  His display of emotions caused me to believe him at the time.  And immediately I thought that perhaps I had over-reacted and imagined something that did not actually happen.  I adjusted my skirt and we both composed ourselves as we sat in deafening silence.

Finally, I asked Mr. Wilson to drive us home but he insisted that I remain behind the wheel, back the car up and proceed home.  As I drove, he continuously complimented me on my newly acquired driving skills and compared me and my accomplishments with his unassuming and timid wife.  He built up my confidence real good and I began to feel special.  But the payoff was he offered to let me use his car when I went to the DMV office to take my driving test.  He reasoned that I would be more familiar with his car than my dad's car because I had learned on the Chevrolet.  Honestly, I wanted nothing more to do with Mr. Wilson, but what would my parents think if I refused his generous offer.

When I arrived at my front door, I resolved to go into the house with a big smile on my face.  I had already convinced myself that this incident had never taken place.  That nothing had happened out of the ordinary.  Who would have believed me anyway?  (Back in the day, if a neighbor caught another neighbor's child misbehaving, the neighbor had the consent of the parents to discipline that child.)

So my secret remained buried all of these years until now.  Thank you, Ms. Opal, for helping to remove that skeleton from the closet of a frightened teenage girl.

The Holy Spirit Is Upon Me And Has Given Me Peace

The Bible absolutely has something to say about how to overcome past hurts and sordid memories. In 2 Corinthians 5:16-21 you will find the answer. Read it and weep! God sent his Son, Christ Jesus, to take away all miseries and sorrows from everyone who proclaims the Name of his Son and walks in His light. With the aide of the Holy Spirit it only takes one (person) to teach one (another).

There are no ‘big’ sins and ‘little’ sins. And there is nothing you (personally) can do to draw you closer to God. Jesus PAID it all. And it is all to Him you and I owe. The only thing we have to do is to cover ourselves with His pure sinless blood. Remember, even if a wrongful act took the life of someone you knew or loved, if that person was already blood-stained(*) when they died, that is, covered with the blood of Jesus, The Father will welcome them home.

So, now you know. Start seeing your life through God’s transformation eyes. Remove your cataracts in both eyes. Cast your hope on things eternal, on godly thoughts offering freedom from shame and identity tied to past sins. This process hinges on steadfastness and intentionally dwelling on God’s truth and not on the enemies of darkness and finding freedom from past lies that shaped you, not just the sin all by itself.

(*) NOTE: Died as a believer in Christ Jesus.

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