On the surface of it, I came through my abduction just fine last week. In time, however, I started suffering memory blanks, as if someone was pressing a delete button. This is a classic reaction to trauma, but greatly distressed me. Apart from the threat to my life, though, there was something else playing on my mind. I joked last week that I was the cat with nine lives. Recently I may have used up three. While it is big news that I was taken with semi-automatics in a secure area last week, just over half a year ago on this blog (6 December) I wrote about two life-threatening incidents and my trouble reporting them. There may be no relation between all three, I don't know -- yet I wonder now why no one took the first two more seriously.