Epilogue to keithcancook Nearly Meets His Maker  

keithcancook 60M
10847 posts
6/20/2005 1:03 pm
Epilogue to keithcancook Nearly Meets His Maker

My friends, the response to my story has been great. Thanks to all who read it and a special thanx to those of you who read it again after I reposted it. I recieved an email asking how I spent that night before climbing the building and was asked how Mr. Reynolds could put kids out in a strange country. Here follows the epilogue...

Well, we sat in that cemetary for a while before I formulated my plan. And before we got there and after we left the nightclub, we went to a park nearby because the benches were a place to sit down at least. It must have been 4 am or so when we were at the park. I did say we were at that club for hours. There was a British bartender there who sort of took us under his wing. We laughed and danced all night. Heck, we were young, away from our parents (many for the first time) in a new and exciting atmosphere and we had girls with us! But through it all my mind was always worried about the fact that we were supposed to be in bed in the hostel and we were going to be in serious trouble when this night was over.

And we were in trouble too. First they threatened to send us home on the next plane. Then they settled on grounding us. We were put on a 4 day "suspension". That meant that we could not leave the hostels unless we were with the whole group on a tour. Otherwise we had to kick our heels at the hostel. Some of those tours seemed sort of uninteresting (although I regret I missed a few of them now), and we hung out and played cards a bit together. Also, I was somewhat of a rebel in those days so I snuck away a few times when we were in Bonn, Germany. Mark and I went down and walked along the Rhine one night against the rules. While there we heard a squeal then a splash. We ran over to investigate and these 3 German girls were trying to pull a 4th one out of the river which she had fallen into. They spoke pretty good English and we hung out with them for longer than I had planned. So we ended up getting caught again by the priests when we got back. I was a very good boy for the next two days in Germany. They were so frustrated with me that they made a deal that I would be off probation if I didn't cause another ruckus for at least two days. Lol. Adults are idiots. By the time we got to Copenhagen I was running wild again.

As for how could he put me out the door in a strange country...well, by then it was nearly dawn. Close to 6 am I suppose. The hostel was about to open again. That is probably how I got caught. The dude was already awake. Still, now that I am an adult and look back I agree with you and that it was not too bright. He should have pulled all of us inside to keep tabs on us. I would not have put kids out if I was in his place.

We stayed near that church mostly since we could see the door to the hostel from there. You have to remember that we were strangers in a strange land and that door was our only connection to home.

Another note that may be of interest is the part of the story where I was remembering my thoughts as I clung to the window. That is absolutely how it happened and was not "poetic license". I have heard that in moments like that a person achieves some kind of clarity. The life that passes before your eyes in an instant, a supreme peace, or perhaps even extreme terror.

In my case, it was feeling that breeze and knowing that in a few moments it might be the last breeze I felt. As I thought this I thought of those that would be left behind and that is when I got that mental image of the newspaper headline. I could literally see it in my mind. A heartbeat later I took a deep breath and launched myself into glory.


6/20/2005 6:37 pm

Great Epilogue, I for one am bled you didn`t met your maker .
By the way I have been hearing some strange sounds in blog land lately
and low and behold while cruising the blogs I realized it`s the squeals of a certain PIG trying to corrupt some of our new fresh male ummmm meat , it won`t work , give it up. Or maybe you want to be tortured by all the women , hmmmmmmmmmmmmm something to ponder.

LUV YA Blonde


6/20/2005 6:38 pm

ooooooooooooooooooopsy that was suppose to be I for one am glad. Typing dark again , with only the glow from my balls to see

keithcancook 60M
17859 posts
6/20/2005 9:22 pm

Dear me Blondie, whatever will our fearless leader say when he hears that you have discovered the gathering place of the PECCARY'S? Shhh.
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missy973 47F

6/21/2005 12:08 am

"Adults are idiots." LOL! Cute.

taodoug65 51M
262 posts
6/21/2005 8:10 am

Keithcancook -- Nice little editorial there.

GleesFlakyShawl 50M
1620 posts
6/21/2005 10:33 am

keith, interesting post
now ive got a question for you, how do u feel this whole experience of "punishment" has affected ur behaviour now, as a father?

sportyfun56 106M

6/21/2005 10:50 am

"up the Rebels" that's what I always say.... but with moderation and sober judgement. lol

rm_koocnachtiek 60M
378 posts
6/21/2005 10:58 am

well dz, I have gotten to the point where there is little that young folks do that surprises me. No matter how intense the "training".

Is this just another trick by keithcancook
to get his text on television?

papyrina 51F
21133 posts
6/21/2005 12:32 pm

what would we all do without you hun

I'm a

i'm here to stay

_CoffeeNoCream_ 52F

6/23/2005 5:43 am

great story

rm_indophilist 36M

6/24/2005 8:50 am

What you thought while hanging
from the window ledge was absolutely
credible (and true no doubt).
With close calls like that (plus the ensuing adrenalin rush),
the brain shifts to the intemporal side
which is also the more "poetic" side.
Great story by the way!

rm_EE407 41F
3903 posts
6/24/2005 2:10 pm

You bad boy!!! really... keep this up and i'll have to intervene!

MILFGoddess 44F

6/30/2005 12:14 am


You are a magnificent story teller! Keep up the good work! Tales of youth whether they be misspent of not are almost always good ones!

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