I think I must be a real life ‘Forrest Gump,’ or the closest thing to it
I mean, really. At least in relation to
…the series of strange, and famous liaisons which began in the late 60’s, and stretched over the course of the next several decades. Well, to use the word ‘liaison’ may be too strong an implication, since most of the series of events were not exactly planned.
Sometime in the mid to late 80’s, I pulled my UPS truck up to the back door of a sports shop at the Winter Haven Mall in order to make a delivery there. As I exited, and pushed my hand cart up to that rear portal, a late model sedan pulled up beside me, and a middle-aged lady exited the vehicle.
…the series of strange, and famous liaisons which began in the late 60’s, and stretched over the course of the next several decades. Well, to use the word ‘liaison’ may be too strong an implication, since most of the series of events were not exactly planned.
Sometime in the mid to late 80’s, I pulled my UPS truck up to the back door of a sports shop at the Winter Haven Mall in order to make a delivery there. As I exited, and pushed my hand cart up to that rear portal, a late model sedan pulled up beside me, and a middle-aged lady exited the vehicle.
At this point, I don’t recall our conversation, but to be sure
the woman informed me that she was none other than Cornelia Ellis Wallace, the
ex-wife of the former governor, and presidential candidate, Alabama’s George
Wallace. It seems she was well-acquainted with the owner of the store, and had
stopped by to see him.
Cornelia attracted national attention on May 15, 1972 when
she threw herself over her husband, George, after his having been shot four
times during an assassination attempt in Maryland. At that time, Governor
Wallace was promoting his bid for his party’s presidential nomination. Who can
forget that poignant video segment which was highlighted on all the national
news broadcasts?
Mrs. Wallace ran for governor of the State of Alabama in
1978, but did little active campaigning and finished last among thirteen
candidates for the Democratic nomination.
As it fell together, one of my counseling clients attended
the same church Ms. Wallace attended, and several years after I first met her,
my client procured Ms. Wallace’ autograph for me. She succumbed to cancer in
2009.
My chance meeting and brief conversation with the
illustrious Cornelia Wallace, at the back door of a mall sports shop, is among
the most memorable of my life.
By William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary, Vol. 19. Copyright pending
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