Matter Of Record
It was about 3:15 p.m. when I returned to my
car. I turned around and headed for Kearney.
Suddenly, the significance of my experience hit
me full force. I shook so violently that I had
to stop the car and try to pull myself
together. Should I report what had happened or
just keep quiet about it? I was afraid that no
one would believe me and that I might even lose
my job. Then I remembered both a radio and a
television announcement that the government
wanted volunteer skywatchers to report
Unidentified Flying Objects. I decided that it
was my duty as a citizen to report the whole
thing.
First, I went to my minister's home to tell him
about it and to ask his advice. He wasn't in.
Then I drove to the Kearney police station and
asked to see the Sheriff, but he was on
vacation. The desk clerk called the Deputy
Sheriff at the courthouse and made an
appointment for me to meet him there.
When I finished telling him everything that had
happened that afternoon, he said, "Let's get
out there." We went in his car. On the way he
remarked, "This is quite a coincidence. Did you
hear the siren blow at noon today?"
"Yes," I said, "I was in my hotel room and
thought there was a fire."
"No," he replied, "someone called and reported
a strange object in the sky, moving toward
Kearney."
When we reached the place where I had seen the
ship, we saw imprints of the four hydraulic
rams on the dry bed of the Platte River. We
also noticed some oil was a dark green color,
fine textured and sweet smelling. However, I
could not be positive that it had come from the
ship.
I suggested to the deputy that we rope off the
area and post some guards, but he felt that
other officials should first have a chance to
investigate the matter.
When we returned to Kearney, he reported
everything to the Chief of Police. The Chief
asked me to accompany him to the site and also
requested that the City Attorney and a reporter
from the local newspaper go along, too. The
next time we went out to the area of the
strange ship's landing, the five of us drove in
a police car with the siren going full blast
all the way!
Everyone saw the imprints of the craft and the
oil in the sand, and all agreed that there had
been some kind of a large object there which
had made the impressions. The deputy and I
stepped off the distance between the prints and
we estimated that the ship had been about 100
feet long and 30 feet wide. I guessed its
height to be about 14 feet.
When I suggested again that we rope off the
area and report to someone in higher authority,
they said it would not be necessary since all
five of us were convinced that a large ship had
landed there.
We gathered some of the greenish oil in a small
mustard glass which we found on the river bank.
The Chief of Police said he would have it
tested.
oil in the sand, and all agreed that there had
been some kind of a large object there which
had made the impressions. The deputy and I
stepped off the distance between the prints and
we estimated that the ship had been about 100
feet long and 30 feet wide. I guessed its
height to be about 14 feet.
When I suggested again that we rope off the
area and report to someone in higher authority,
they said it would not be necessary since all
five of us were convinced that a large ship had
landed there.
We gathered some of the greenish oil in a small
mustard glass which we found on the river bank.
The Chief of Police said he would have it
tested.
Then we drove back to town and they dropped me
off at the Fort Kearney Hotel, where I was
staying.
At last, I thought, I've done my duty...told
them everything that happened. Now I can relax.
(Little did I realize that this was only the
beginning of chain of circumstances which made
me almost regret that I had reported the
occurrence. Yet, it was to lead to some of the
most incredible experiences of my life.)
I sat down in the lobby to watch television. Shortly,
the local program was cut off for a special
news flash: "SPACESHIP LANDS AT KEARNEY,
NEBRASKA!! I was very much surprised because
nothing had been said to me about making an
announcement over the air. In fact, I had not
even referred the object as spaceship, because
I didn't know what it was. I thought that
perhaps it might have come from Russia, and
that it was manned by a crew of German
scientists getting data on the first Russian
Sputnik which had been launched about a week
before.
off at the Fort Kearney Hotel, where I was
staying.
At last, I thought, I've done my duty...told
them everything that happened. Now I can relax.
(Little did I realize that this was only the
beginning of chain of circumstances which made
me almost regret that I had reported the
occurrence. Yet, it was to lead to some of the
most incredible experiences of my life.)
I sat down in the lobby to watch television. Shortly,
the local program was cut off for a special
news flash: "SPACESHIP LANDS AT KEARNEY,
NEBRASKA!! I was very much surprised because
nothing had been said to me about making an
announcement over the air. In fact, I had not
even referred the object as spaceship, because
I didn't know what it was. I thought that
perhaps it might have come from Russia, and
that it was manned by a crew of German
scientists getting data on the first Russian
Sputnik which had been launched about a week
before.
Within a half hour or so the Chief of Police
called me to ask if I would come over and help
answer the deluge of telephone calls.
He was swamped!
Reporters, photographers, citizens and
officials were all asking for information. When
I got to the police station, the Chief turned
his office over to me. There were two
telephones which rang incessantly and I did my
best to handle them. The Chief took calls in
the outer office.
There was absolute bedlam for about sixteen
hours! Photographers and newsmen came in from
surrounding cities and even from other states.
At 9:00 p.m. the Chief of Police and I were
interviewed on a local radio station, and at
10:00 a.m. we appeared on a local TV station.
These programs were also released on national
radio and TV networks.
The crowds of curious and interested people who
flocked to Kearney caused a traffic jam for
blocks around the police station. Inside there
was "standing room only."
During the night I made several trips with
various officials to the ship's landing area.
The last time was at 3:00 a.m. and even at that
hour, there were about thirty cars there, and
groups of people were milling around. There
was much activity there all night long.
The Whole Story Changes
Back at the police station we were answering
phone calls and trying to keep a semblance of
order. I was pretty tired after the long day
of unusual events, but I had become aware of
change in the manner of the officials as they
discussed my experience.
Not only that, but the story they were now
telling no longer sounded the same at all!
Suddenly, about 6:00 a.m. they asked me to say
that my experience had not happened at all, and
that it was a lie! They even asked that I
change my story to match theirs! I was
dumbfounded at this turn of events. I told
them that they could tell whatever story they
wanted to, but that I would not change mine
unless the truth would jeopardize the security
of the United States. They had no answer for
that!
called me to ask if I would come over and help
answer the deluge of telephone calls.
He was swamped!
Reporters, photographers, citizens and
officials were all asking for information. When
I got to the police station, the Chief turned
his office over to me. There were two
telephones which rang incessantly and I did my
best to handle them. The Chief took calls in
the outer office.
There was absolute bedlam for about sixteen
hours! Photographers and newsmen came in from
surrounding cities and even from other states.
At 9:00 p.m. the Chief of Police and I were
interviewed on a local radio station, and at
10:00 a.m. we appeared on a local TV station.
These programs were also released on national
radio and TV networks.
The crowds of curious and interested people who
flocked to Kearney caused a traffic jam for
blocks around the police station. Inside there
was "standing room only."
During the night I made several trips with
various officials to the ship's landing area.
The last time was at 3:00 a.m. and even at that
hour, there were about thirty cars there, and
groups of people were milling around. There
was much activity there all night long.
The Whole Story Changes
Back at the police station we were answering
phone calls and trying to keep a semblance of
order. I was pretty tired after the long day
of unusual events, but I had become aware of
change in the manner of the officials as they
discussed my experience.
Not only that, but the story they were now
telling no longer sounded the same at all!
Suddenly, about 6:00 a.m. they asked me to say
that my experience had not happened at all, and
that it was a lie! They even asked that I
change my story to match theirs! I was
dumbfounded at this turn of events. I told
them that they could tell whatever story they
wanted to, but that I would not change mine
unless the truth would jeopardize the security
of the United States. They had no answer for
that!
Then the Chief of Police asked me if I would
submit to a test on the lie-detector.
"Not now," I said. "I'm hoarse from talking for
sixteen hours and I'm very tired. However, I
will take a test after I have had a few hours
of rest...if the other fellows will take one,
too!"
There was no reply! When I indicated that I
wanted to go back to my hotel room to get some
sleep, the Chief of Police said that I couldn't
because they were going to hold me. "For what
reason?" I asked. They didn't know, they said,
but they were just going to hold me, and they
did.
submit to a test on the lie-detector.
"Not now," I said. "I'm hoarse from talking for
sixteen hours and I'm very tired. However, I
will take a test after I have had a few hours
of rest...if the other fellows will take one,
too!"
There was no reply! When I indicated that I
wanted to go back to my hotel room to get some
sleep, the Chief of Police said that I couldn't
because they were going to hold me. "For what
reason?" I asked. They didn't know, they said,
but they were just going to hold me, and they
did.
To Jail Without a Warrant
Finally, I was allowed to go to bed...but it
was in a cell in jail. In Kearney, the police
station, the jail and the firehouse are all
combined in one unit. So I had merely walked
from the police station over to a cell in the
jail, accompanied by an officer. I was not
handcuffed, however, and at all times they
were courteous in their dealing with me,
although I was jailed without a warrant.
was in a cell in jail. In Kearney, the police
station, the jail and the firehouse are all
combined in one unit. So I had merely walked
from the police station over to a cell in the
jail, accompanied by an officer. I was not
handcuffed, however, and at all times they
were courteous in their dealing with me,
although I was jailed without a warrant.
When I got up a few hours later, I told them I
was ready to take the lie-detector test, but
they said then that it wouldn't be necessary.
Later, while discussing the situation with
Major Wayne Aho, he told me that I had been
completely within my right to refuse to take a
test while I was in a state of fatigue, strain
and hunger. However, I am still willing to take
the test if the Kearney officials will do the
same. So far, there have been no takers!
JW I guess most of you know that Wayne Aho is a
person who had some experiences with a UFO
himself. For many years he had a group of
people who believed like he did and they lived
in Merlin, Oregon. The last time I saw anything
about him, he was interviewed about his
experiences while he was sitting in a rocking
chair on the front steps of his house. At the
time he was getting very old and could hardly
talk. I have great respect for Wayne Aho and
so did my teacher Merelle Fagot.
About 10 o'clock that same morning, the County
Attorney came to see me. He said that they had
evidence which proved that my experience was
untrue and that I might just as well make up my
mind to say so! He had with him two oil cans,
one of which was found within a few feet of the
spot where the ship "supposedly stood." The
other can, open and half full, was of the same
lot number and, he said, was found in the trunk
of my car with the can opener beside it! Now
who would leave an uncovered can half full of
oil, standing in the trunk of his car?
I told him he would have to think of a better
one than that. Either he or I could not see, or
else all the officials of Kearney were blind,
as well as five or six hundred other people who
had walked up and down the river bed all the
previous afternoon and night. The first oil can
was supposed to have been found just that
morning, within a few feet of the place where
the ship had been standing." I suggested that
the fingerprints be taken off the cans that
were found but, as far as I know, nothing was
ever done about them.
It seemed to me that the County Attorney looked
a bit sheepish. I brought to his attention the
fact that the cans which he had showed circular
holes, and that the can opener I carried in my
car cut a triangular hole.
Also, the two cans in question were the Veedol
brand. The oil cans I carried then, (which are
in my car), are RPM and Skeiiy (JW Sp?). A
local radio announcer told me subsequently that
the Veedol Company had announced that they sold
more than five thousand cans of oil a day, and
they wanted the public to know that their oil
did not smell! Later, I discovered that some of
the oil had been poured out into the trunk of
my car and over my laundry.
Two Air Force officials had arrived in Kearney
during the night from Colorado. The next
morning about eleven o'clock, November 6, I
was taken over to the police station to talk
with them. They recorded my whole experience on
a tape as I told it to them. During this
session, one of the Kearney officials happened
to wonder out loud just how the ship could go
straight up when it took off. One of the Air
Force men forgot himself for a moment and
admitted, "Oh, we know all about that."
Soon after that meeting, some of the local
officials went back on radio and television and
announced that my experience was a hoax. I was
confined to jail again and was allowed no
telephone calls or outside contacts.
I was told sometime later that my employer had tried
to reach me for three successive days, via
person-to-person calls, but to no avail.
On November 7, two days after my encounter
with the ship, it was suggested that I have a
mental test. I asked permission to call my
brothers so that they could bring me an
attorney, but my request was denied.
"We have good attorneys here in Kearney." I was
told. Running through a list of attorneys in
the phone book, an official pointed to one and
said, "Here's a good fellow." They called him
in and I found out that he was the Assistant
City Attorney. His first words to me were, "We
don't believe your story and we want you to
change it!" (And this was the person they
wanted to "defend" me!)
"Well I have news for you," I said to him. "If
that's the way you feel, I don't want you for
my lawyer!" The following day it was announced
in the paper that I had an attorney of my own
choice!
(JW The book then has a sketch made of the
internal and external parts of the ship.)
was ready to take the lie-detector test, but
they said then that it wouldn't be necessary.
Later, while discussing the situation with
Major Wayne Aho, he told me that I had been
completely within my right to refuse to take a
test while I was in a state of fatigue, strain
and hunger. However, I am still willing to take
the test if the Kearney officials will do the
same. So far, there have been no takers!
JW I guess most of you know that Wayne Aho is a
person who had some experiences with a UFO
himself. For many years he had a group of
people who believed like he did and they lived
in Merlin, Oregon. The last time I saw anything
about him, he was interviewed about his
experiences while he was sitting in a rocking
chair on the front steps of his house. At the
time he was getting very old and could hardly
talk. I have great respect for Wayne Aho and
so did my teacher Merelle Fagot.
About 10 o'clock that same morning, the County
Attorney came to see me. He said that they had
evidence which proved that my experience was
untrue and that I might just as well make up my
mind to say so! He had with him two oil cans,
one of which was found within a few feet of the
spot where the ship "supposedly stood." The
other can, open and half full, was of the same
lot number and, he said, was found in the trunk
of my car with the can opener beside it! Now
who would leave an uncovered can half full of
oil, standing in the trunk of his car?
I told him he would have to think of a better
one than that. Either he or I could not see, or
else all the officials of Kearney were blind,
as well as five or six hundred other people who
had walked up and down the river bed all the
previous afternoon and night. The first oil can
was supposed to have been found just that
morning, within a few feet of the place where
the ship had been standing." I suggested that
the fingerprints be taken off the cans that
were found but, as far as I know, nothing was
ever done about them.
It seemed to me that the County Attorney looked
a bit sheepish. I brought to his attention the
fact that the cans which he had showed circular
holes, and that the can opener I carried in my
car cut a triangular hole.
Also, the two cans in question were the Veedol
brand. The oil cans I carried then, (which are
in my car), are RPM and Skeiiy (JW Sp?). A
local radio announcer told me subsequently that
the Veedol Company had announced that they sold
more than five thousand cans of oil a day, and
they wanted the public to know that their oil
did not smell! Later, I discovered that some of
the oil had been poured out into the trunk of
my car and over my laundry.
Two Air Force officials had arrived in Kearney
during the night from Colorado. The next
morning about eleven o'clock, November 6, I
was taken over to the police station to talk
with them. They recorded my whole experience on
a tape as I told it to them. During this
session, one of the Kearney officials happened
to wonder out loud just how the ship could go
straight up when it took off. One of the Air
Force men forgot himself for a moment and
admitted, "Oh, we know all about that."
Soon after that meeting, some of the local
officials went back on radio and television and
announced that my experience was a hoax. I was
confined to jail again and was allowed no
telephone calls or outside contacts.
I was told sometime later that my employer had tried
to reach me for three successive days, via
person-to-person calls, but to no avail.
On November 7, two days after my encounter
with the ship, it was suggested that I have a
mental test. I asked permission to call my
brothers so that they could bring me an
attorney, but my request was denied.
"We have good attorneys here in Kearney." I was
told. Running through a list of attorneys in
the phone book, an official pointed to one and
said, "Here's a good fellow." They called him
in and I found out that he was the Assistant
City Attorney. His first words to me were, "We
don't believe your story and we want you to
change it!" (And this was the person they
wanted to "defend" me!)
"Well I have news for you," I said to him. "If
that's the way you feel, I don't want you for
my lawyer!" The following day it was announced
in the paper that I had an attorney of my own
choice!
(JW The book then has a sketch made of the
internal and external parts of the ship.)
In A Mental Hospital
About eleven o'clock that same night, November
7th, I was called to a meeting of a
mental-hearing board, consisting of the Chief
of Police, the County Attorney, the District
Court Clerk, the Deputy Sheriff, and a doctor.
The meeting was held behind locked doors in a
room above the fire department. (A local radio
announcer heard about the meeting and wanted to
attend, but he could get no information from
anyone until it was all over. Then he had to glean
what he could from a policeman who had not even been there.)
The doctor asked me three questions at the
hearing:
1. "How do you feel about the people of
Kearney, Nebraska?"
I assured him that I had no hard feeling toward
anyone.
2. "Do you still maintain that you saw that
ship?" I told him I certainly did.
3. "Are you willing to go to a mental hospital
and take some tests? I told him no, I did
not wish to go to the hospital, but if they
insisted on my going, they would have to pay
the bill!
About fifteen minutes later I was on the way to
the hospital in Hastings, Nebraska, accompanied
by the Chief of Police, The County Attorney and
the Deputy Sheriff. They kidded me about the
nice rest I was going to have with lots of
pretty nurses around!"Well fellows," I said, "you can have your fun
now I'll have mine later."
I was admitted immediately. They didn't waste
any time!
During my stay in jail an item had been printed
in the local paper to the effect that my wife
and my brother had me committed to a mental
hospital.
This was entirely untrue, and my family
demanded, and got, an immediate retraction.
One of the officials had called my brothers,
one in Hastings, and the other in Grand Island,
and had told them that I was a suicidal risk,
and that my tie, belt and shoe strings had been
removed from my cell. There was absolutely no
truth in these statements. As for shoe strings,
I had been wearing boots which had no strings
at all. Not one thing was removed from my cell,
not even my razor.
My brothers were also told that I had been
smoking marijuana! The truth of the matter is
that I do not smoke at all. I have never been a
smoker. Both of my brothers said they couldn't
figure how I could have gotten "mentally ill"
so fast, since I was perfectly all right when I
had dinner with them and their families the
previous Sunday!
The officer then admitted that there were no
grounds for holding me, and suggested that they
(my brother) bring an attorney and a sheriff,
and commit me to the mental hospital
themselves!
My brothers refused to do this, on the advice
of their attorney. He said that he had been
following the case all along and that it had
gotten too big for the authorities to handle
and now they wanted to wash their hands of
me and the whole thing. "Besides," he added,
"if you commit Smitty, the responsibility for
such an error will be on your heads. And if I
know Smitty, he'll get out of this all right."
About ten o'clock the first morning of my stay
in the hospital, I appeared before a panel of
about thirty people, consisting of doctors,
nurses and other staff members. After answering
questions for twenty minutes, I was invited to
ask any questions that I might care to. But I
had none to ask.
Then I was excused from the session.
I went to the recreation room to watch
television. The doctor who was assigned to me
came in a little later and asked why I thought
I was sent to the hospital. "I don't know," I
said. "It wasn't my idea in the first place."
He said they would have to give me some tests,
and I said I thought that was the general
reason for my being there. Thereafter, for
almost two weeks they tested me thoroughly.
During the second week they did an
encephalogram, a test made on a machine which
records brain waves. Four days later the same
test was repeated. Then I learned that the
charts had been so regular that they had
thought something was wrong with the machine.
7th, I was called to a meeting of a
mental-hearing board, consisting of the Chief
of Police, the County Attorney, the District
Court Clerk, the Deputy Sheriff, and a doctor.
The meeting was held behind locked doors in a
room above the fire department. (A local radio
announcer heard about the meeting and wanted to
attend, but he could get no information from
anyone until it was all over. Then he had to glean
what he could from a policeman who had not even been there.)
The doctor asked me three questions at the
hearing:
1. "How do you feel about the people of
Kearney, Nebraska?"
I assured him that I had no hard feeling toward
anyone.
2. "Do you still maintain that you saw that
ship?" I told him I certainly did.
3. "Are you willing to go to a mental hospital
and take some tests? I told him no, I did
not wish to go to the hospital, but if they
insisted on my going, they would have to pay
the bill!
About fifteen minutes later I was on the way to
the hospital in Hastings, Nebraska, accompanied
by the Chief of Police, The County Attorney and
the Deputy Sheriff. They kidded me about the
nice rest I was going to have with lots of
pretty nurses around!"Well fellows," I said, "you can have your fun
now I'll have mine later."
I was admitted immediately. They didn't waste
any time!
During my stay in jail an item had been printed
in the local paper to the effect that my wife
and my brother had me committed to a mental
hospital.
This was entirely untrue, and my family
demanded, and got, an immediate retraction.
One of the officials had called my brothers,
one in Hastings, and the other in Grand Island,
and had told them that I was a suicidal risk,
and that my tie, belt and shoe strings had been
removed from my cell. There was absolutely no
truth in these statements. As for shoe strings,
I had been wearing boots which had no strings
at all. Not one thing was removed from my cell,
not even my razor.
My brothers were also told that I had been
smoking marijuana! The truth of the matter is
that I do not smoke at all. I have never been a
smoker. Both of my brothers said they couldn't
figure how I could have gotten "mentally ill"
so fast, since I was perfectly all right when I
had dinner with them and their families the
previous Sunday!
The officer then admitted that there were no
grounds for holding me, and suggested that they
(my brother) bring an attorney and a sheriff,
and commit me to the mental hospital
themselves!
My brothers refused to do this, on the advice
of their attorney. He said that he had been
following the case all along and that it had
gotten too big for the authorities to handle
and now they wanted to wash their hands of
me and the whole thing. "Besides," he added,
"if you commit Smitty, the responsibility for
such an error will be on your heads. And if I
know Smitty, he'll get out of this all right."
About ten o'clock the first morning of my stay
in the hospital, I appeared before a panel of
about thirty people, consisting of doctors,
nurses and other staff members. After answering
questions for twenty minutes, I was invited to
ask any questions that I might care to. But I
had none to ask.
Then I was excused from the session.
I went to the recreation room to watch
television. The doctor who was assigned to me
came in a little later and asked why I thought
I was sent to the hospital. "I don't know," I
said. "It wasn't my idea in the first place."
He said they would have to give me some tests,
and I said I thought that was the general
reason for my being there. Thereafter, for
almost two weeks they tested me thoroughly.
During the second week they did an
encephalogram, a test made on a machine which
records brain waves. Four days later the same
test was repeated. Then I learned that the
charts had been so regular that they had
thought something was wrong with the machine.
About the twelfth or thirteenth day I appeared
before the board again. The hospital superintendent asked if they
wanted to question me further. Only one person
had a question. It was: "What would you say if
we kept you here for a year or two and gave you
treatments?"
I replied, "I think you doctors are smarter
than that. You know very well that I don't
need any treatments."
The same day my employer from Brawley,
California came to the hospital to see me.
Since he had been unable to reach me by phone,
after three days of trying, he had finally
decided to fly there to find out what was going
on.
In the hospital, as in jail, I had not been
permitted to make any telephone calls,
unfortunately for my business activities.
Major Wayne Aho, Ret., director of a civilian
UFO research group called Washington Saucer
Intelligence, told me later that they had
called me at the hospital and had been told
that "We have to protect Reinhold Schmidt from
the public, and the public from him!" My boss
vouched for my sanity and stability. My Los
Angeles employer sent an affidavit to the
hospital, vouching for my business judgement
and my honesty, and stating that, in all the
time I had bought thousands of dollars worth of
grain for his company, there had never been any
reason to doubt my ability or question my
character.
I was released from the hospital that
day. In all fairness, I must say that on the
whole, my stay there was not too unpleasant.
They gave me a private room, and I got along
well with the nurses and doctors...except for
one psychiatrist. One morning he had come to
talk with me. "I'm going to ask you some
questions," he said, "and I want you to answer
with the first thing that comes into your mind,
whether it answers the question or not." "Who
was smarter," he asked, "George Washington or
Abraham Lincoln?" "I really don't know," I replied. " I wasn't
even born then!"
The next question was: "If you weren't a human
being, what would you rather be?"
"I'd rather be a psychiatrist!" I said.
With that he slammed his notebook shut. I asked
if there were any more questions.
"No," he said, "Our records don't stand up in
court anyway."
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NOTE: Wayne Aho is deceased. Also this story took place in 1957. You can see why persons didn't want to report what they saw back then. It isn't much better now but because of so many sightings the public is getting used to it. When I worked at Boeing I rode to work with a young lady that was Reinhold Schmidt's niece. She said she always believed him.
P. Urial
before the board again. The hospital superintendent asked if they
wanted to question me further. Only one person
had a question. It was: "What would you say if
we kept you here for a year or two and gave you
treatments?"
I replied, "I think you doctors are smarter
than that. You know very well that I don't
need any treatments."
The same day my employer from Brawley,
California came to the hospital to see me.
Since he had been unable to reach me by phone,
after three days of trying, he had finally
decided to fly there to find out what was going
on.
In the hospital, as in jail, I had not been
permitted to make any telephone calls,
unfortunately for my business activities.
Major Wayne Aho, Ret., director of a civilian
UFO research group called Washington Saucer
Intelligence, told me later that they had
called me at the hospital and had been told
that "We have to protect Reinhold Schmidt from
the public, and the public from him!" My boss
vouched for my sanity and stability. My Los
Angeles employer sent an affidavit to the
hospital, vouching for my business judgement
and my honesty, and stating that, in all the
time I had bought thousands of dollars worth of
grain for his company, there had never been any
reason to doubt my ability or question my
character.
I was released from the hospital that
day. In all fairness, I must say that on the
whole, my stay there was not too unpleasant.
They gave me a private room, and I got along
well with the nurses and doctors...except for
one psychiatrist. One morning he had come to
talk with me. "I'm going to ask you some
questions," he said, "and I want you to answer
with the first thing that comes into your mind,
whether it answers the question or not." "Who
was smarter," he asked, "George Washington or
Abraham Lincoln?" "I really don't know," I replied. " I wasn't
even born then!"
The next question was: "If you weren't a human
being, what would you rather be?"
"I'd rather be a psychiatrist!" I said.
With that he slammed his notebook shut. I asked
if there were any more questions.
"No," he said, "Our records don't stand up in
court anyway."
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NOTE: Wayne Aho is deceased. Also this story took place in 1957. You can see why persons didn't want to report what they saw back then. It isn't much better now but because of so many sightings the public is getting used to it. When I worked at Boeing I rode to work with a young lady that was Reinhold Schmidt's niece. She said she always believed him.
P. Urial
2 comments:
Thanks for this story !
Yes, I am afraid you cannot trust anyone in Government authority. As the Bible states, "The Whole World Is In The Hands Of The Devil, the ruler of the underworld".
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