Maren Sanchez, a dead air conditioner, and yet more car follies: when SHTF blindsides you unexpectedly

I am writing at 11 pm Pacific time because my air conditioner quit a week ago and it's unbearably hot in here, and I can't sleep. Even worse, I've been stuck at home for a week because some woman with Florida plates on her car, and no insurance, backed into my car in a Wal Mart parking lot. Since she had no insurance, our insurance company is making us pay the $750 deductible towards repairs. My mom blames me, of course, so for two weeks I've been listening to her blame me.

So, since I'm listening to my brain bake in 100 degree heat, I've been thinking a lot about Maren Sanchez. If you were following the national news towards the end of April, you know that she's the 16 year old girl from an affluent Connecticut family who was killed on the day of her junior prom by a crazed admirer: a 16 year old boy who wouldn't take no for an answer.

He was obsessed with her, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. Turns out he was being treated for "ADHD" and "depression", overdiagnosed maladies that are "treated" with amphetamines and SSRI antidepressants. IMO only opioids are more dangerous. Those drugs cause psychosis, among other things. The boy had been acting strangely for a few months before he killed Sanchez. In one episode, he ripped off his pants in front of a class. Under the influence of "legal dope", he apparently decided that if he couldn't have her, nobody would.

Maren was blissfully unaware that she was going to die. The night before she was killed, she was painting scenery for a drama club production of Little Shop of Horrors. She asked to be excused to have her nails done. An hour later, she returned and showed off her new nail job. Then she picked up a paintbrush and went back to work. She had picked out her prom dress, a turquoise colored gown with gold trim, and tweeted a selfie of herself wearing it. Her boyfriend would have given her a single red rose on prom night. Then it would have been off to a local hotel ballroom for prom. Perhaps she would have danced to popular EDM DJ Avicii:

Hey, brother, do you still believe in one another?
Hey, sister, do you still believe in love I wonder?
If the sky comes falling down for you
There's nothing this world can do



-Avicii, Hey Brother


On the morning before her prom, she was asked out by her stalker. When she said no, he threw her down some stairs, then leapt on top of her and slashed her throat, breasts, and face with a "kitchen knife" (likely a long chef knife of the kind available at most supermarkets, I have one by my bedside for protection, since I can't own a gun). She was rushed to a hospital, where she died. At 7 am she was looking forward to prom, at 8 am she was dead. Her sky came falling down. She never saw it coming.

Last Saturday when I turned down my AC for the night, I didn't know the compressor would suddenly quit. When I went to Wal Mart at the beginning of the month to buy food, I didn't know that my car would be wrecked. My mom was doing errands a couple months ago, unaware that she would narrowly escape death. The belief that there will be plenty of warning before SHTF is rooted in Biblical beliefs about the Apocalypse and the Revelation of John of Patmos, where the signs pile up warning true Christians. In most cases, it's simply not true. There is little or no warning, in real life. Maren Sanchez was buried in her prom gown, holding that rose, forever frozen in time as a happy 11th grade teen looking forward to prom. What will you do if the sky comes falling down for you, and that's the one scenario you DIDN'T prep for?