| On June 10,1996 I was attacked,
trampled and thrown by a 1200 to 1300 pound pregnant cow. My husband and
I were driving along the road to take our car to the body shop and the
cow was walking along the highway. we decided to stop the car and see if
we could be of some assistance in returning her to her field--she had broken
out of a birthing pen further down the road. My husband in the lead walked
towards the gate in the fence and the cow followed. I remained along the
the edge of the ditch which ran along the side of the road. The cow was
following my husband just fine when all of a sudden she turned and charged
towards me.
I started to turn to run
but the cow was faster then I was and she ended up butting me and throwing
me and trampling me until i was unconcious. She turned to attack me again
but my husband had reached us by then and managed to somehow convince the
cow to turn away and go into the field. He was terrified that I was dead
because I was unconscious. I came to as he was trying to lift me into his
arms.
To make a long story short,
I ended up having surgery to repair damages done and had to have vons and
homemakers for 15 days until I could move around on my own enough to watch
over every one in my home. I still have a homemaker come in twice a week
for a couple hours each time to do some things I can no longer do by myself.
There have been a few changes in my lifestyle since then and I no longer
can enjoy a lot of things I used to do including playing with my grandchildren
outside or playing volley ball and tennis or swimming or horseback riding
and many other things I used to enjoy so much.
Anyway, I told you this story
because I realized that day of the accident that "God" held me in his hands
throughout the entire thing. People talk about things flashing before them
and I will not pretend that I truly still understand all they say, but
I can truthfully tell you that there were some things that flashed before
me when I realized how close to death I had been and how very likely I
would have been dead if that cow had got me the second time she headed
for me. I realized through many tears during the painful days following
the accident that I would never have seen my precious granddaughters'
faces again. I would never have seen my beautiful daughters grow and prosper
into the wonderful women they are becoming. I would not have been able
to enjoy the beauty of this world or be here to take care of my family.
I would never have felt the love of my friends and animals again.There
are so many things I would have missed out on -on earth- if "God"
had chosen to take me home that day. But somehow he gave my husband (who
is physically disabled) the strength to run and the ability to somehow
turn that cow away from me.
I truly believe that day
happened because it was a lesson I had to learn. Maybe I was becoming too
sure of myself. Maybe I was not appreciative enough of what I have. Maybe
I was feeling too cocky with my life. I do not know what the reason is
but I do know I believe everything happens for a reason. I also believe
that "God" finds his own ways to teach us the things that we need to know.
I do know that I now try to take the time to see all the little things
in life that I was missing before. I take time to thank "God" every day
of my life for what I have and for allowing me to share with others from
my heart. I thank him for giving me the ability to know right from wrong
and for letting me share my faith with others.
I became a born again christian
in 1986 but I do not think I truly understood my purpose in this life until
June 10,1996. My husband blamed himself for a very long time that this
accident happened because he felt if he had not stopped the car that day
to help the cow then I would not have been hurt. In my opinion he has no
blame to carry. I was born and bred a farm girl and never in my life had
I been hurt by an animal of any kind before and I was in total agreement
in stopping. In my heart of hearts I truly believe that "God" had a lesson
to teach and I had a lesson to learn. My lesson was in seeing what I have
to be thankful for and although I live in pain of some sorts everyday since
and probably will for the rest of my life and although there are so many
things I would like to do that I will probably never be able to do again
I am thankful to "God" for letting me live to share my love for "Him" and
my belief in "him". So many others suffer so much more deeply then I do
and I know that I am a very lucky lady to be here today to share my story
with you all.
God Bless,
Misker |
