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TITLE: A Time To Remember | Previous Challenge Entry
By Dolores Stohler
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As I grew older I began to resent the fact that I was being treated different than my brothers. I was the one who always had to help with dinner and dry the dishes while the boys were watching TV. And when mom came down with the flu on Thanksgiving Day, I cooked the turkey, served the meal and did the dishes while the boys got to watch the football game with dad. You can see how I developed a rebellious spirit as a child.
When the boys and I grew older and were given driving lessons by my dad, I was denied that male privilege – naturally. And so it was that when I began my first job I saved up money to buy a car. Then I talked my dad into taking me to a used car lot so we could pick one out. He had no choice then but to give me driving lessons. This was it! I was sitting in the catbird seat and my girlfriends envied me since none of them owned a car.
Once I had the car, I decided the next step was to take riding lessons, something I'd always wanted to do. I had a married friend who 'd inherited her father's riding stable and we agreed that she would give me lessons on Saturday mornings. All went well until one Saturday when I drove into the country for an advanced lesson. There was a new horse in the corral, a beautiful quarter horse named Boomer. My friend Bev said her husband had been riding him for a week and she felt confident he was broken in. She was going to let me ride him that day and she would ride the gentle horse I'd been learning on. The two of us would practice barrel racing and, if we got good enough, maybe we could enter the rodeo that summer.
All was going well and I was racing like a pro when Bev came alongside me on Wendy and accidentally kicked Boomer as she was passing by. What happened next was a nightmare! I bounced up and down like a tennis ball gone wild and each time I hit the saddle was more painful than the one before. My bottom burned like fire! Pretty soon I had enough and, letting go of the reins, allowed myself to fly. I awoke on the ground with Bev bending over me, telling me I had to ride him again. She hoisted me into the saddle while I felt too dazed to know what I was doing and I rode him around the corral two more times.
Then, after sitting in Bev's kitchen for a while drinking several cups of coffee, I was ready for the drive back home. But my head still wasn't very clear and after several miles of driving I must have lost consciousness. When I awoke I was sitting at a stop light with no idea how I got there. My foot was not on the brake. It was on the floor and my right ankle badly swollen. Looking around, I saw no one in sight and there were no other cars. It was the weirdest feeling. How could this be? Sitting there I began to believe in guardian angels and the divine protection of God in the lives of His chosen.
The future would hold other times when a guardian angel stepped in to protect me from danger. Always I would remain buffeted about by the storms and uncertainties of life here on earth but sheltered, really sheltered under the shadow of His wings.
Note: this is my true story, not fiction.
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