My Old Cowboy Boots

The summer of 1981 was a turning point year for me, I had just turned 18 and was full of piss and vinegar as they say. I got myself into bit of a mess that involved a boy, and I was having a hard time dealing with this fact and found it impossible to even speak to my parents. Knowing the reactions that I would receive from them, I put it off as long as possible.

I had a friend named Cindy, and she was pretty much my best friend. We worked together at this burger joint in the small Texas town that we lived in. On our days off we would hang out at the mall or just at her house listening to music, and smoking cigarettes, and the occasional bottle of beer. One day we both went shopping and decided to buy ourselves some cowboy boots, and a cowboy hat. Urban Cowboy was all the rage and we thought we were hot in them boots and hats. Ha, we were so silly.

One day we were especially restless and decided to take a little trip to Houston, which was about 4 hours down the road, the only thing was we didn’t have much money and we were rebels without a car as well, the whole idea was to visit her brother that lived in Houston and spend the weekend with him, just hanging out. Well we got this crazy idea to hitchhike to Houston and it proved to be a very bad mistake.

I never thought much about the idea of hitchhiking or even considered the dangers of it, so we stuck our thumbs out and got to walking down the road. We actually got lucky and the first person to pick us up took us all the way into Houston, he was a trucker and was really friendly to talk to and all, but what we didn’t know, was that he stole our money from our purses when we stopped to use the bathroom. Being as naïve and stupid as we were, we didn’t even consider that he might steal the little money we managed to scrape together. We also didn’t consider what he had in mind for us.

Well needless to say there was some other horrible stuff that happened that day on our trip to Houston that I care not talk about, but I just wanted to get this much off my chest I guess. The whole day is really a surreal blur, but I still remember it like it was yesterday nonetheless. I changed that day, I guess you could say that my innocence was lost on so many levels and I wasn’t the same person after that day. But it was the boots I was wearing that actually saved my life that day.

You see my friend and I were in a heap of trouble with this man who had picked us up and he took us to an abandoned apartment where he tried to do some unmentionable things to us. I guess you could say that the Lord was with me that day because I said a prayer and kicked the man as hard as I could in his face with my boots, and when I kicked him all I heard was a very loud crack coming from his nose. I saw lots of blood and the loudest yelp I ever heard from a full grown man. My friend and I ran out of there and escaped whatever horrible things this guy had planned for us. Its funny because I never wore boots before and never wore them after, but I still think about those boots and wonder what would have happened, had I not worn them. It really makes me think about how stupid and naïve we were, and how we could have ended up being a statistic on the 5 O’clock news.

I sure I have changed quite a bit since that day, but I still cannot forget this horrible man, or what he looks like. His awful face is forever etched into my memory. Thanks to him I have had problems with anxiety ever since, thanks to him I still look under my bed, (this one has really been hard for my husband to understand), thanks to him I look over my shoulder just a little too much wherever I go, and thanks to him I lost that carefree innocent demeanor that I carried with me everywhere I went. No matter how hard I have tried, I have never been able to shake that awful feeling of fear and anxiety that he put into me that day. I still have it but it is buried deep inside me now and thankfully, I have mastered the art of ignoring it, I know its still there, it knows I know its still there, but I do ignore it. I still wonder about those boots though.

© 2010 ladyjane1

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Ken Moncrieff 6 years ago

Hi Lady Jane, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry! I understand it wasn't very funny at the time, but that you can chalk it up to being naïve. I actually winced when I read the bit about you kicking the guy in the snozzle with your cowboy boots.


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breakfastpop 6 years ago

I say get yourself another pair of boots and rejoice in the fact that you made it! I have 4 pairs of cowboy boots and I feel empowered when I wear them.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Ken I know its probably hard to believe and maybe naïve isn't the word but stupidity certainly is. When I was 18 I never thought anything could happen to me and if someone was friendly to me I didn't question it. It was a sad way to learn a lesson but I certainly grew up quick after that. Thanks for commenting. Cheers.

breakfastpop thanks for reading, I do rejoice in the fact that we made it out of there and I gringe when I think of what couldve happened. I guess I don't wear cowboy boots anymore because they are really not my style and i don't even know why I was wearing them then except to look cool, but in his own way I think God brought them to me knowing what was ahead and that I was gonna need them. At least that's the way I like to think of them. Cheers to you.


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drbj 6 years ago from south Florida

Thank God for those boots, ladyjane, they saved you from further harm. You and your friend must have grown up that day.

It is said that good judgment comes from experience and experience comes from bad judgment. You proved the adage with that frightening experience.


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Scary story for a girl and friend who could have been seriously harmed, the way this world is today, no one is safe. Those boots that night were meant for walking all over his face and I'm glad you had them on.

However don't let that stop you from wearing them, they possibly saved your lives that night. So I would say hail to cowboy boots, I have worn them most of my life and they have kept me walking proud and I've stepped on a few faces in my time to. Cheers


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Jason R. Manning 6 years ago from Sacramento, California

Mrs. Jane, you said it best when you thanked God for those boots. Thank God it wasn’t an APB put out that day for you and your friend.

These are the very things I plan to teach my little girl, that and how to shoot some evil bastard dumb enough to try that with a right wingers little girl. I have the fear of God in me, but our children must know of the fear evil uses against them. Thank you for sharing this intimate tale.

God Bless.


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De Greek 6 years ago from UK

I really cannot understand how it is possible for any male to behave like that and call himself a man. You have awoke all the anger of a father in me. Just thinking that such a thing is possible....


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Drbj thanks for reading and you are right we did grow up that day and realized how frightening the world can be. Thanks for stopping by, cheers.

Saddlerider thanks for stoppingby sir, yes I agree with you its good that I had them on that night but I guess maybe that is the exact reason why I don't wear them, I think they bring all those memories back to me so I have never worn them since, who knows maybe its all psychological. Cheers for stopping by.

Jason thanks for stopping by and this is the exact reason that my exhusband taught all of our children how to shoot guns and to appreciate the safety that they can bring and I also have relayed this story to them so that they know the evils of this world. Cheers to you.

De Greek good to see you pal, I know exactly what you mean because when I think of what happened to me and how it could happen to one of my children I go nuts. I especially try to educate my daughters about the evils of the world, even though they are in their 20's I still lecture them about not staying out too late and to be careful when they have parties because evil lurks everywhere and thankfully they were not as stupid as I was when I was 18 lol. Their dad having been a policeman has always drilled this into their heads as well. Thanks for the nice comment. Cheers.


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geegee77 6 years ago from The Lone Star State!!

Wow Im glad you finally wrote about it sis, Im sure it helps in some strange way at least I hope it does love :) ge


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

I guess the logical conclusion is the good Lord was looking out for you and your friend that day. Apparently, you had other things that needed doing in life...maybe like sharing this story with others who might be tempted to try such an adventure. I have a few "cringers" in my past as well that leave me wondering why it is that I am still alive today. Just always remember this...no matter how poor the judgement or dangerous the situation, the story only ended one way. Anything other than that ending is purely fantasy. That is the way it was supposed to be and that is the way it was....no other. I think you can stop looking under the bed now too! Thanks for sharing an interesting side! WB


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Nell Rose 6 years ago from England

Hi, thank goodness for those boots! I think we all were so naïve in those days when we were young, but that is what makes us more wise when we are older, I got myself into some pretty sticky situations when I was about that age, it still makes me shudder. Well done for acting in just the right way, and I hope it hurt him! nell


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Geegee thanks for reading and for hearing this story one more time. lol. Cheers.

Wayne thanks for stopping by and you are probably right Im sure everyone has some memories of some pretty bad judgement calls and not everyone is here to remember them and thankfully I am, I must look at it that way and I don't know about not looking under my bed, I don't think my OCD will allow that but I keep trying. Cheers.

Nell thanks for reading, its good to see you. And you know I think I did hurt the crap out of him woohoo lol. Cheers.


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nifty@50 6 years ago

An Ace in the hole (boots) never hurts(Ok maybe that guy you kicked)but our best defense is good judgement! Great hub & happy ending!


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prasetio30 6 years ago from malang-indonesia

This is amazing story about your old cowboy boots. Would you lend me for a while? Thank you so much for share your story. I love this hub. Vote up for you.

Prasetio


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rose56 6 years ago

Very good hub. And very scary as well. You were one of the lucky ones.


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Christoph Reilly 6 years ago from St. Louis

So sorry that happened to you. Thank heavens for the boots. Definitely should have kept them though, although I understand not wanted to be reminded every time you saw them. Still, think how nice they'd look bronzed on your mantle!


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Nifty@50 thanks for reading and you are right good judgement is always needed and I wish I had had more of it back then, cheers.

Prasetio I would be happy to lend them to you but I don't have them anymore, thanks for reading I appreciate your kind comments. Cheers.

rose56 thanks for reading, although at times I don't feel like one of the lucky ones for having gone through this because I sure couldve been find without having this in my memory, I definitely am one of the lucky ones that lived to tell about it. Cheers.

Christoph thanks for visiting, you are right it sure would be nice having them boots now, almost like a scar that you can talk about. Cheers.


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MartieCoetser 6 years ago from South Africa

I was once in a similar situation and will never forget the fear and my desperate defense. I’m so glad you’ve broken his nose, but I wish you have killed him with those boots. But oh, then you would have had more bad emotions to cope with. Yes, when one is young, you don’t listen to warnings. You honestly believe that bad things only happen to other people. Get that boots covered with a layer of gold and frame it. One of my favorite songs from Nancy Sinatra: “These boots are made for walking... one of these days it’ll walk all over you....” Thanks for sharing this story. A bow to you and your boots.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Martie thanks for reading, I would love to hear about your own experience some time and you are right the fear never leaves. And I do like that Nancy Sinatra song very much. CHeers.


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Nayothara 6 years ago

Oh I am glad you had those boots! And you got all the energy you need and real respond on time! Oh these are unforgeable memories! I think you been really lucky, God loves you so much...


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Nayothara thanks for reading and commenting and I agree with you, thank goodness for those boots. THanks for your nice comments. Cheers.


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ediggity 6 years ago

Wow, that story totally didn't go the way I thought it was going to. Glad you got out safe. God bless.


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

ediggity thanks for commenting I appreciate your nice comments, Im glad we got out safe as well. Cheers.


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ahorseback 6 years ago

Ladyjane , whenever that monster of a man comes to mind , think of him now with a very crooked nose! He goy what he deserved, stay well....


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ahorseback 6 years ago

Oh , and Lucinda Williams voice...is it haunting or what?

I love that CD!


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

ahorseback first let me say that I love your avatar and your name and you are correct he did get what he deserved I just hope that somewhere down the road he didn't do this again to someone weaker and more innocent. Lord knows. Thanks for reading and for your nice comments. Cheers.

P.S. I love Lucinda Williams,she is awesome and her voice is brilliantly haunting. I especially love "I long for your kiss" but all her songs are great. Cheers to you.


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Micky Dee 6 years ago

"Are you alright? Could you give me some kind of sign?" Beautiful music. Please be alright LadyJane! Beautiful write and music. Thank you Dear!


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ladyjane1 6 years ago from Texas Author

Mickey always good to see you again, And yes I am alright now but somedays are worse than others as with everyone. As for the music, Isn't Lucinda Williams great, someone introduced me to her music and I fell in love with her, she always seems to sing right to me. Cheers and blessings.


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Harlan Colt 5 years ago from the Rocky Mountains

I am glad you made it. More young girls than we care to admit, didn't. I have a 15 year old daughter.

If I ever lost her, who ever took her had pray to God I never find them. You hurt me and I can turn the other cheek. You hurt my kid and its a whole "nuther" motivation.

I am sorry - women of all ages are a target for the creeps of the world. We need more John Wayne, and less John McCain.

Great hub

- Harlan


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ladyjane1 5 years ago from Texas Author

Harlan nice to meet you and glad you enjoyed my hub and took the time to comment on it as well. Im glad that I made it also and I agree with you about your child. I feel the same way, I would come unglued if anything happened to my child and I feel so badly for people who have lost children to maniacs out there. Sometimes its a very scary world to live in. Cheers to you!


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daFuj 4 years ago from Colorado Springs

I liked your story even though it was scary. We have all had eye opening moments, most of us survived, luckily.

I have a new hub "My New Cowboy Boots." Please read it, it is light hearted and despite my 65 years, it is a good memory.

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