Coming out of UNC after a round of brain scrambling chemotherapy a Chevy van pulled up next to the curb as I was texting the office. The side door opened and hooded men roughly tossed me into the cold steel floor of the van. I was quickly gagged and taken to a place where I was tied to a chair and interrogated for weeks. "Is it safe," a smelly man kept asking between bouts of making me watch nonstop infomercials. They used my credit cards to buy Shamwows and stuff to fill cracks and dings on their cars. Cars seemed very important to the smelly one. "Don't ever laugh at my car man," he said before squirting Gatorade in my face. "I wouldn't do that," I said. When I shared that I own a Nissan Versa the man sprayed me again with more sticky Gatorade.
After two weeks, without explanation, I was dumped in the parking lot of Southpoint Mall. Walking home I realized my domain renewal for Martins Ride was up and I was kidnapped. Frantically calling my friends at World Trade Solutions I said, "Eric and Cynthia I was kidnapped and couldn't renew Martin's Ride To Cure Cancer." No worries my friends told me as I heard the clicking of keys and the day was saved. The day and URL but not the Google juice. My kidnappers got my Google juice and at last I understood what they were truly after.
Please drive a link or mention Matin's Ride on your social nets to help recover my lost Google Juice (TY).
My story and sticking to it.
Find the real story of why Martin's Ride To Cure Cancer went dark on Curation Revolution my Scoop.it feed, and please drive link love into Martin's Ride to help me recover my lost Google Juice. Thanks and have a great weekend.