posted on Feb, 16 2016 @ 11:30 PM
I was 12 years old, it was 1974, my mother had a friend that stayed with us for a while. This friend, Ruby, was an old retired nurse from Florida. One
evening out of the blue she confided to me a secret she felt she needed to get off her chest. Mind you, I was 12 years old and really had no feelings
at the time pertaining to JFK. The story she told me, has however, haunted me throughout these past 41 years since. I have to admit I wasn't real sure
of the authenticity of the story, just seemed unbelievable, yet the look on her face and the stare in her eyes (as if looking back through a veil of
time) gave me the chills.
She said she had been employed at a Private Facility in Florida, that she had been a private nurse to JFK. She stated he was nothing more than a shell
of the man he once was. He was not able to communicate due to the extensive brain damage from the gunshot wounds. She said he would be dressed daily
(everyday) and placed in a wheel-chair and then pushed out to a garden to sit in the sunshine. She said this was top secret information and asked me
not to share it. That has been 41 years ago when she told me the story and I doubt she is still living and maybe now is as good a time to share this.
Now this may be a fabricated story, and I oftened wondered why she felt compelled to share it with me.